I think a better question is; when did the obviously superior Bearded Vulture weaponize us so we would kill each other for its amusement?
Those eyes. They can see everything. Right through me, as though I don't even exist. It does not even regard me as an object, but a pitiful transparent wisp of air, not worthy of its attention or even its ire.
English
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Glorious
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You should be an author. Or at least announce stripper's stage names when they come to the pole.
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Delicious