I was trying to explain this, but it took like 15 YEARS and everyone was always getting distracted by arguments, shark control, and ECH's brand new butthole.
It's not really a hard concept. You wake up in the morning, freshly horrified by being in Tucson. You scoot out to the car with your bulletproof umbrella at the ready, then you drive to work being careful not to drive into any shell holes or clouds of mustard gas. You say hello to the receptionist and she doesn't reply. No, she likes you fine, she just died on the job like a year ago and maintenance hasn't got around to her yet.
Then you sit in your office proving that 2+2=4 except for when it's convenient that it equal 3 or 5, eat your lunch in the insulting excuse for a break room while Epstein from Marketing tries to tell you about his model railroad. You shoot Epstein in the face, but he just keeps talking. After another 4 hours of rationalizing bad math, you get in your car and then get turned into a red paste by a methed-out trucker on Highway 77.
Then You wake up in the morning, freshly horrified by being in Tucson. You scoot out to the car with your bulletproof umbrella at the ready, then you drive to work being careful not to drive into any shell holes or clouds of mustard gas. You say hello to the receptionist and she doesn't reply. No, she likes you fine, she just died on the job like a year ago and maintenance hasn't got around to her yet.
Then you sit in your office proving that 2+2=4 except for when it's convenient that it equal 3 or 5, eat your lunch in the insulting excuse for a break room while Epstein from Marketing tries to tell you about his model railroad. You shoot Epstein in the face, but he just keeps talking. After another 4 hours of rationalizing bad math, you get in your car and then get turned into a red paste by a methed-out trucker on Highway 77.
Then You wake up in the morning, freshly horrified by being in Tucson. You scoot out to the car with your bulletproof umbrella at the ready, then you drive to work being careful not to drive into any shell holes or clouds of mustard gas. You say hello to the receptionist and she doesn't reply. No, she likes you fine, she just died on the job like a year ago and maintenance hasn't got around to her yet.
Then you sit in your office proving that 2+2=4 except for when it's convenient that it equal 3 or 5, eat your lunch in the insulting excuse for a break room while Epstein from Marketing tries to tell you about his model railroad. You shoot Epstein in the face, but he just keeps talking. After another 4 hours of rationalizing bad math, you get in your car and then get turned into a red paste by a methed-out trucker on Highway 77.
Then You wake up in the morning, freshly horrified by being in Tucson. You scoot out to the car with your bulletproof umbrella at the ready, then you drive to work being careful not to drive into any shell holes or clouds of mustard gas. You say hello to the receptionist and she doesn't reply. No, she likes you fine, she just died on the job like a year ago and maintenance hasn't got around to her yet.
Then you sit in your office proving that 2+2=4 except for when it's convenient that it equal 3 or 5, eat your lunch in the insulting excuse for a break room while Epstein from Marketing tries to tell you about his model railroad. You shoot Epstein in the face, but he just keeps talking. After another 4 hours of rationalizing bad math, you get in your car and then get turned into a red paste by a methed-out trucker on Highway 77.