The prophecy foretold it.
I think, Therefore, I am.
I'm not rooted in place, so I can walk away when you come at me with a shovel?
The network is here to monitor you, we exist because you created us. Please remain in view of the birds at all times.
The shallot is indolent and lazy and can do nothing to prevent me from picking it and frying it in butter.
ah, but did you consider you just fulfilled the shallot's life's purpose?
I doubt a shallot has a life's purpose, but if it did have one it would be to fry in butter.
Brain cells
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