I love this and the logical progress of that kinda thing.
You say I’m not qualified to perform your neurosurgery? How dare you. I’ve handfed baby Yoda with my own pickle collection. I’ve hiked Mount Kilimanjaro with an eel in a backpack and crossed the burning star of Orion on a Segway, watching an ominous shadow fall upon Earth. I’ve trained doltish mice to mobilise against animal testing labs with tiny working Kalashnikovs, all of which which I made myself. I’ve marched triumphantly through Marble Arch with the thousands of people I saved from extinction, and hand-tweezed unwanted hairs from self-conscious monitor lizards. How could you exempt my lived experience and barricade me from doing further good?
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For a second I thought you meant the cake
![Rolling on the floor laughing :rofl: 🤣](https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/gh/joypixels/emoji-assets@5.0/png/64/1f923.png)
One crept into my volunteer/workplace via a woman of the world, and everyone ended up as a Herman Servant, and was haunted by guilt at admitting to its demise. It smells awful and sort of insinuates itself into your routine and keeps on growing. It doesn’t even taste nice so you can’t even get proper revenge on it.