March 28th, 2005 | brainjuice
Nature is filth. It smells of animal shit and rotting things. Streets can be rinsed by the agency of small vehicles with washing apparatus. Rinsing the world’s wildlife would be incredibly awkward and time-consuming.
Therefore, we are supposed to pave over the world in washable materials and then go and find another one.
Saving the universe from the stench of dogshit one planet at a time.
We are Space Heroes.
And dogs smell bad.
The end. Applause. Send me speed and breasts now.