Lol nah, I am one of the working class and it’s obvious you’re just playing victim because the truth is, you like the system and refuse to believe you’re actually being oppressed.
Meanwhile, that gas is leaking into the room. SSSSSSssss…
The guy trying to break the vent is one of your fellow victims too. He works hard to try to survive. Yet you are completely merciless toward him simply because he recognizes the boots you lick are the problem and you don’t… so where’s his pity? Where’s his sympathy? Where’s his wall of text with motte and baileys subtly defending what he’s doing without outright saying it?
A few of your fellow hardworking victims have already passed out. The brown ones in the south corner, do you see them? A few of them are clawing at the windows trying to break them. Don’t think they’ll disturb your work?
What if the men in the scenario busted into the room with machine guns and announced to everyone that they’re going to systematically murder everyone inside, including you?
Will you get mad at the working class guys who turn over the desks and throw chairs at the mooks with guns to try to save their own lives? Or will you tell them to shut up and stop disturbing you too, as mooks walk desk go desk and shoot you in the back of the head?
😆 You’re such a bootlicking sap. You absolutely do not deserve any sympathy from me and you won’t get any, nor will arguing about whether you deserve it or not stop me personally from breaking those windows and climbing out, the other guys from breaking the vents, or the gas from slowly leaking into the room in the meantime…
SSSSSSSSSssssss…
But maybe the gas has already affected your brain, so there’s no point in arguing with you. Maybe that’s the real moral.
Congratulations, my “working class” friend, for your rant!
Hope you got the kick you needed out of insulting someone, as if you knew me, where I am from and what I am talking about, like probably you do regularly on social media.
Meanwhile, let the grown ups do the dirty work, so you can say your Tesla is the way to go. I am glad my existence makes your arrogance possible. Sleep well. There is no reasoning with obtuse.
The rest of us are over here breaking the windows and smashing the vent while you’re too busy getting angry at us for disturbing your work to notice you’re delusional from lack of oxygen, and about to pass out.
I know. Grownups are having to fix everything those pesky kids keep braking, in order to keep them in their sheltered existence. But hey, maybe someday those kind will learn how to think. Who knows? We keep trying to educate them.
So you now admit you’re helping the ruling class murder us. Well, that’s one way to finally be honest.
The rest of the intelligent people climb out the window
Here’s the kicker though: while you’re helping them trap us inside the room slowly filling with poison gas, remember they never gave you an oxygen tank. They’re killing you, too.
And I flip you the bird as I, too, climb out of that window.
Can you hear that? Men with guns are stomping as they rush to the room, only they’re not there to stop us and save you. They’re there to kill you and pursue us.
Lol nah, I am one of the working class and it’s obvious you’re just playing victim because the truth is, you like the system and refuse to believe you’re actually being oppressed.
Meanwhile, that gas is leaking into the room. SSSSSSssss…
The guy trying to break the vent is one of your fellow victims too. He works hard to try to survive. Yet you are completely merciless toward him simply because he recognizes the boots you lick are the problem and you don’t… so where’s his pity? Where’s his sympathy? Where’s his wall of text with motte and baileys subtly defending what he’s doing without outright saying it?
A few of your fellow hardworking victims have already passed out. The brown ones in the south corner, do you see them? A few of them are clawing at the windows trying to break them. Don’t think they’ll disturb your work?
What if the men in the scenario busted into the room with machine guns and announced to everyone that they’re going to systematically murder everyone inside, including you?
Will you get mad at the working class guys who turn over the desks and throw chairs at the mooks with guns to try to save their own lives? Or will you tell them to shut up and stop disturbing you too, as mooks walk desk go desk and shoot you in the back of the head?
😆 You’re such a bootlicking sap. You absolutely do not deserve any sympathy from me and you won’t get any, nor will arguing about whether you deserve it or not stop me personally from breaking those windows and climbing out, the other guys from breaking the vents, or the gas from slowly leaking into the room in the meantime…
SSSSSSSSSssssss…
But maybe the gas has already affected your brain, so there’s no point in arguing with you. Maybe that’s the real moral.
Congratulations, my “working class” friend, for your rant!
Hope you got the kick you needed out of insulting someone, as if you knew me, where I am from and what I am talking about, like probably you do regularly on social media.
Meanwhile, let the grown ups do the dirty work, so you can say your Tesla is the way to go. I am glad my existence makes your arrogance possible. Sleep well. There is no reasoning with obtuse.
SSSSSSSSsssss…
crack crack CRACK!
The rest of us are over here breaking the windows and smashing the vent while you’re too busy getting angry at us for disturbing your work to notice you’re delusional from lack of oxygen, and about to pass out.
SSSSSSSsssss…
I know. Grownups are having to fix everything those pesky kids keep braking, in order to keep them in their sheltered existence. But hey, maybe someday those kind will learn how to think. Who knows? We keep trying to educate them.
CRACK! And now that window shatters.
So you now admit you’re helping the ruling class murder us. Well, that’s one way to finally be honest.
The rest of the intelligent people climb out the window
Here’s the kicker though: while you’re helping them trap us inside the room slowly filling with poison gas, remember they never gave you an oxygen tank. They’re killing you, too.
And I flip you the bird as I, too, climb out of that window.
Can you hear that? Men with guns are stomping as they rush to the room, only they’re not there to stop us and save you. They’re there to kill you and pursue us.