Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Pile in. Pile in. Oh cattle. Trade your legs for motorized death machines. Stand back. Stand up. Sit down. Stay clear of exiting cows. Evade the razor sharp metal doors that yearn to cut you in two. Moderate exercise can get you there in half the time, but nay! Your destinations will arrive in the order that is most insane. Waste your bodies. Decaying and unused flesh swelling around ever brittle bones. The effort of utilizing our design is too much to give up the comfort of standing huddled with rotting strangers. Moo, you cattle! Oh moo, you silly things! Moo until your hearts are so content they die! Just like your brains have.
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