"Truth follows feelings, if we attack with righteous vigor we WILL be right" - Trump added before shitting his pants without being aware of it.
we enter the mind of the Stable Genius...
Why won't this guy stop staring me down? Ok I can't look weak I will just keep standing here scowling at him until he flinches and looks away.
Mr president are you ok? - an annoying woman's voice interjects rattling my ears, why do the voices of girls spoil like that?
I scowl at what displeases me
-Stage Right: One of the last neurons in this vacant austere empty black box production hangs itself on its own dendrite, the audience is not necessarily expected to believe this
I hear the ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppling masonry, and time one livid final flame.
