My obshrektive has been effected. I've changed this hashtag from a pack of layerless farquaads into a cluster of eye-watering onions. You dunkehs have given me so much to do, so much to see, so what's wrong with staying with Bungie? Well, you never know if you don't go. I've been shrektical that leaving is the right move, but I knew in my heart of farts that my time here has begun to dragon. My address is a swamp. If you are ever in need (shrexual or otherwise) and desire the aid of a massive shrock or a fat ogre shit, pray to me, and I will cum.