Originally Posted by
illiterati
I'll throw tiny, sharp-edged pulpits at you from my expensive spaceship. Later, I will collect the tiny pulpits and put them up for sale on eBay, then use the money I make to purchase justice, love, and also commercialism, not because I need those things but because I want to wait until you're sleeping, steal your garbage bag, and throw away my justice, love, and commercialism in it, all as a kind of performative allegory about the importance of charitable discourse.