The Original Terrorist

by Stumbling Shaman   Feb 19, 2009


It's a little cramped.
I HAVE NOT CONCEIVED THE NOTION OF SPACE
What does this do?
DO NOT TOUCH THAT
Why not?
IT WILL END IN HEAT DEATH, IN DECOMPOSTION; IN FRIGID LONELY EMPTINESS
All right, no worries. So... what do while we're here?
THIS IS IT
This is it?
YES
Oh, well, isn't that something?
HMM, SORT OF. ....WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
Just seeing what the TIME IS
STOP! I TOLD YOU NOT TO-

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