they say there is strength in numbers, but without good communcation skills we are all behind enemy lines. stuttering and stammering when your angry means it's too damn late.
but they ate my food. they took over my computer. they smoked all of my plant based brain product.
the meetards came in as a necessity of life originally. they needed us, and we needed them. eventually, they multiplied.
now the cockroaches are moving out. intolerable living conditions. too much wine, not enough cheese.
now the meetards live in my food, now they own the kitchen. now they occupy my bed, and my closet, and my tv. and they are trying to take my dog.
something has got to stop.
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