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No worries. Now I know it exists…maybe I can find a translation or translate it myself with Google if I can get a copy at all 🤣

I can’t find an English edition, unfortunately for me.

Yeah, I found the same books, and they don’t seem like the right one.

So is it Brock Allan Turner, convicted rapist, or Brock Allen Turner, convicted rapist? I want to be clear regarding who we’re discussing.

Hey, are we talking about convicted rapist Brock Allen Turner?

Umm…I think my wife’s going to be upset when she learns I’m getting a girlfriend…

Naw, that’s an Allen wrench. They’re useful and contribute to our society, unlike Brock Allen Turner, the rapist.

Alternately, if only one pilot is required, then every passenger should have an ejection seat or capsule of some kind–some way to get safely to the ground in a catastrophic emergency.

If there’s a reason why he’s “not a pedophile” as they claim, let’s hear their reasoning. Miscarriages of justice do occur, but there’s no outcry that this dude got a raw deal. In the absence of any evidence to the contrary, I’ll trust the verdict of the court, indicating that Steve van de Velde is a pedophile.

Yeah, definitely like the rapist Brock Allen Turner.

PC Load Letter? What does that even mean?

Don’t blame me, I voted for Kodos.

I expect I’ll remain dead unless the eldritch energies unlocked by the collision results in my resurrection.

If I do return to life, I suppose I might be very angry at someone or something, and that I will make him/her/it/them regret what he/she/it/they did, in the finest tradition of cinematic heroes who return from apparent death or exile.

Once I’ve completed my mission of vengeance, perhaps I’ll ride a vehicle or appropriate local domesticated animal towards a local star disappearing over the horizon of whatever planet I’m on, perhaps even with an appropriate romantic partner.

If all of this comes to pass, I would fully expect to be forced to return to resolve increasingly unexpected conflicts ad nauseum.

As I go, I’ll likely start to repeatedly indicate that I’m getting far too old for this nonsense, but I’ll continue to reluctantly proceed in my conflict resolution every time. Perhaps I’ll be able to pass on the fight for justice to another, younger person eventually.

Like I said before, though, I’ll likely just stay dead.

It’s not the herp, it’s the derp.

I, also, am hip and with it. Witness my funky fresh lingo and in-your-face attitude, home skillet.

I miss Looney Tunes so much.

Shiny

I mean, a rocket will get you past the sky, so…

Nah, dude. Just wait until the deceased field gets oversaturated. All the hordes of people wandering pointlessly, everybody trampling over everyone else trying to eat the organs of the living…it’s a dead end job that’ll get worse with time.

And now I’m blind. Thanks!