Take me down
To the Vatican City
Where there ain't much grass
And you're not gonna like the news about the girls

Gen Z Die Hard: Nobody in the tower believes Gruber's crew are terrorists; they're all so deep in online leftism that they ask about his ideology and start finding holes in it. By the time Timothée Chalamet is out of the vents, the henchmen are radicalized and arguing back and forth about praxis.

*Carefully flattening and recycling the box with dismissive contempt* Do I look like the kind of corporate bootlicker who flips his dinosaur nuggets halfway through cooking?

You fools, marveling at flickering shadows on the cavern walls! In the time it took you to read this one post I will have touched an average of 310.26 individual blades of grass!