Me and the other guy have no beef, only the rats are enemies
and we have no idea why. While punching with limbs no longer our own, we lock eyes with mutual grief and compassion, forgiving whoever kills the other
Me and the other guy have no beef, only the rats are enemies
and we have no idea why. While punching with limbs no longer our own, we lock eyes with mutual grief and compassion, forgiving whoever kills the other
Me: cup of coff-
Him: that's right, a simulation of an ice fishing accident
Me: cup of coff-
Him: that's right, a simulation of an ice fishing accident