christ i hope some scientist manages to resurrect a stegosaur so it fucks you to death
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So I sat down, and as I always try to keep control over my sentences, I said: 'for winter's much less of an effort; it's easier to comport oneself, one doesn't have to take so much trouble with one's words. Don't you agree, Fraulein? I do hope I'm right about this.' My right leg was now giving me a lot of trouble. At first it seemed to have fallen apart completely, and only graduallydid I manage to get it back into shape by manipulation and careful rearrangement.Then I heard the girl, who, out of sympathy, had also sat down, say in a low voice: 'No, you don't impress me at all because---''Just a moment,' I said, pleased and full of expectation, 'you mustn't waste so much as five minutes talking to me, dear Fraulein. Please eat something while you're talking, I implore you.'And stretching out my arm I took a large bunch of grapes hanging heavily from a bowl held up by a bronze winged cupid, dangled it for a moment in the air, and then laid it on a small blue plate which I handed to the girl, not without a certain elegance, I trust.'You don't impress me at all,' she said, 'Everything you say is boring and incomprehensible, but that alone doesn't make it true. What I really think, sir --- why do you always call me dear Fraulein? --- is that you can't be bothered with the truth simply because it's too tiring.'
I've been very discreet about it till now. I was inspired by one of Patel's astute observations and figured that, thanks to inflation, this would work even better than the developing-country gambit.