God: Gabe, stop, I’m working. Gabriel: I WANT TO MAKE SOMETHING TOOOOOOO! God: Here’s a box of parts, go nuts. God: -several hours later- Gabe? Where are you, my son? Gabriel: DAD, LOOKIT! God: Dafuq is that? Gabriel: A PLATYPUS!
A message to everyone who’s ever sent me anon love
the next time you get a snack out of a vending machine I hope the thingy goes for too long and you get TWO instead
We hope the vending machine is one of our Vend-O-Matic robots. It attunes to the kindness found in your black heart and will follow you for all your days, protecting you against harm and smiting your enemies.