Forcing thousands of grandmother’s into endless work. Destroying ecosystems. Ravaging planets. Ending light itself. Enslaving Gods. And eliminating every parallel world in existence. All to make cookies. More and more. On and on and on. Universes of cookies more numerous than atoms in the cosmos.

But I’m almost done.

What you just posted is an abomination unto nuggan.

If it makes you feel better, I don’t love you for your money. I don’t love you at all.

Flatmate. Probably not the US.