This is like every time I got in trouble in kindergarten. My favourite was when I was building something out of blocks, and the resident arsehole kept knocking it down. I told him repeatedly to stop (I would have said “fuck off” if I had known the word) and he didn’t, so eventually I hit him. I got a time-out and the teacher comforted him, then sent him on his merry way to knock down some other poor sod’s blocks.
I say sell it on the black market for millions if it is worth thousands
“For the love of God”… Because the cheese is inappropriate in this case, being entirely free of emotion besides wrath. And once a millennium, pity.
This is like every time I got in trouble in kindergarten. My favourite was when I was building something out of blocks, and the resident arsehole kept knocking it down. I told him repeatedly to stop (I would have said “fuck off” if I had known the word) and he didn’t, so eventually I hit him. I got a time-out and the teacher comforted him, then sent him on his merry way to knock down some other poor sod’s blocks.
I hate the world.
That’s pretty much how the world works.