I worry about you, internet.
I’m the kind of stupid that gets their fingers caught in a meat grinder and goes “well, shit, better get rid of the rest of my hand.”
One of the funniest things about being me is that any time I’m talking about my nose I might actually be talking about my dick.
I probably shouldn’t be put in charge of naming children, even if Megatron Kelsey Prime is a badass name.
"About thirty minutes later the two of them stepped into a lobby that reminded them of the one from the first Matrix movie. (I could just describe it but I’m lazy.) They, of course, got the same treatment here as they did everywhere else."
The premise was mildly interesting, but this fucker just had to go and ruin it.