I knew it started with an ‘A’!

Man, I hate the smell of fascism in the morning. I hate it at all other times of day too, but starting the day with nausea is the worst.

That’s an excellent point.

Well, yeah. It’s sometimes referred to as ‘tact’.

A solution would be great, but if I can’t have one I’ll unhappily settle for catharsis.

It sure would be terrible if this atavistic knuckle dragging neanderthal took another swim in raw sewerage and accepted its loving murky embrace forever.

Just terrible. I mean, the waterways are polluted enough as it is.

“On no! The Big Bad is too powerful, none of our spells are strong enough to inflict damage!”

“…You have elemental transformation spells, right?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Give me a mage and five minutes, and I’ll have the entire province sterilized. And glowing in the dark.”

Okay, it’s high time for some serious regulatory intervention.

A mid-size nuclear powerplant is required to drive the searchlight that’d enable this level of projection.

I’ve seen some beautiful visual metaphors in my time (including the original), but this immediately made my personal top-ten. Well done.

I usually hit the bottle, but I’m not about to criticize whatever works for you. If rubber duck debugging has been scientifically proven to work, I don’t see any valid argument against coding socks or smooth legs. Besides, those two things go together like insurance companies and arson or AI server farms and power supply cable cutting.

A match made in heaven, in other words.

See, this is what I like about the Internet: No matter how obscure, a subject matter expert is almost always right there.

Thanks, buddy.

I maintain that the definition of wrong is a function of the intended outcome. The former method is absolutely the correct approach for obtaining 2 dimensional horse-smoothies. And morbidly repainting the workshop.

Straight to the middle of his designated landing zone. As we all know, he’s a well prepared kitty.

Wow, framing the debate much?

Good thing he’s a self-proclaimed itinerant, because no HR department would allow this unrepentant lecher to hold a steady job. :)

A true classic. Right up there with biographies of Cantor and “Ignition!”.

Ah, the cattle ranchers bribed the legislature into letting them have a bit of ye olde protectionism. Great. /s

Cut the drooling moron some slack: Gobbledygook is all he’s got.

Totally nailed it!