THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN.

“Dogs are arseholes.”
Dog people: >:(, how dare you!

“Cats are arseholes.”
Cat people: We know.

To be humiliated or humbled.

Folk etymology: it comes from the poor having to catch and eat crows (which aparently taste disgusting) to prevent starving to death.

Greetings, Kronar, Son of Man.

How appropriate, you fight like a cow.

(because someone had to)

“weeaboo”

I sorry, which empire arms their officer corps with swords and owes nominal allegiance to a heavenly superperson while the Shōgun Imperial Regent actually runs everything?

Fulgrim: Alright, but first you must say it.

Rawbutt: No.

Fulgrim: Ah well, no nap-time for the beaurocrat.

Rowboat: Ugh…fine. Horus was right.

Fulgrim: There, was that so hard?

Changelog: Hi, guys. So you probably noticed that I pulled the humour repo. Short answer is it was conflicting with everything, and I don’t have the time or energy to fix it. My advice is to remove humour from your dependancies and purge it from the system.

Sorry, I know how important humour is to some of you. If anyone wants to take up maintenance of the repo, I can mail you the terabytes of error logs you need to sort through.

I think I think, therefore, I think I think I am, I think?

This is as close to a statement of certainty as you will get from philosophy.

My dad, actually.

This is you. This is who you are. The rest is just a life support system for this bit.

Holy cow.

And wholely chao.

Jesus Christ! Supercar! Hoonin’ 'round the corner like a Yamaha!

Ceasar conquered Gaul, but Nicomedes conquered Ceasar!

Also “yielded to Hephaeston’s thighs” - maybe Diogenes.

Be honest.

sigh No-one ever wanted to work. It was a requirement for your existence to continue being tolerated.

Thank you.

In this period of history? The union is murdering the Jarls every couple of generations.

Maybe I’m just being prejudiced, but I don’t think I’ll be taking survival advice from an extinct species.

Ten fingers gives you either base six (one hand for zero magnitude, other hand for one magnitude) or base eleven (both hands for zero magnitude).

I aspired to the purity of simple carbs.
Your kind, cling to their complex carbohydrates. As though they will not break down and fatten you. One day the diet you call balanced will starve you, and you will beg my kind to save you.
But I am already saved…

Because sucrose is eternal.

Even in death I serve the Nomnissiah.

What? I never been to What, they speak english in What?

What?

English, Snufflefflegus! Do you speak it?