You can go out and protest, but not against time or space! No can do!

Will the death esters enter the war? What have your thoughts been?

The problem with humans Bleozketsorg is!

Things may happen, but there is no past, present or future. Hold close to the clock!

500 yearz of terror and war?

Leaving brought me back eventually.

When math causes hype its time to sit back and watch! The best reaction I saw was a female scientist talking about time which became a linguistic nightmare. Its like describing what nothing is.

Tired not!

Wargasms in Neveda stupid!

Can romance and voolence make comedy!?!

Things change in the 21st centuary?

All is fair in love and war?

The new battle cry!

The romance of war does not compare with my best kiss ever in Wendy's car better than a surprise attack she sudfdenly had me lip locked and blood preasure hitting the roof of her car. Eventual I stumbled oit of her car barely able to walk. I almost burst my inner tank cannon. From then on women were better then war, destruction, death and even genocide!

Before I ever heard of the big rip I had waking nightmares of it happening. I feared the universe blinking out suddenly with all vanishing forever. Good imagination I suppose.☺

Setting: Inside a dark, echoing bathroom plumbing line, right before a major flushing event.Urine: (Splashing aggressively against the ceramic walls) Look at you, slacking off as usual! I’m in and out of here six times a day, keeping this body filtered and clean. You show up once—maybe twice if the human had a fiber bar—and expect a standing ovation. You're slow, you're heavy, and you take forever to get ready!Poop: (Thudding heavily into the water, sending up a massive splash) Slow? It’s called craftsmanship, you watery amateur! You’re just 95% water and a little bit of leftover urea. You require zero effort. I am the grand finale of a 24-hour digestive masterpiece! I represent the steak, the potatoes, the complex carbohydrates! I have structure. I have presence.Urine: Presence? You mean odor! You completely ruin the atmosphere the second you walk into the room. People have to light matches and turn on exhaust fans just to survive your presence. When I arrive, it’s a quick, polite zip and a wash of the hands. I am civilized.Poop: Oh, don't act so pure. You turn bright neon yellow if the human takes a single multivitamin! And let's talk about urgency—you make the human panic and run like a maniac just because a movie ran over two hours. I have discipline. I give a polite, rumbling warning hours in advance.Urine: (Steaming slightly) I am the frontline defense of the kidneys! Without me, the system shuts down from toxic buildup in days. You're just the stuff the body couldn't even use. You're literally the leftovers!Poop: Leftovers? I am the ultimate metric of gut health! Doctors study my shape, my color, and my consistency on a chart like it's fine art. No one is out here making a "Bristol Stool Chart" for your boring splash patterns.The Toilet Handle: (CLANK)Urine: (Swirling rapidly in circles) Uh oh. Here comes the swirl!Poop: (Sinking into the vortex) See you in the septic tank, water-boy!