“WHY is it that every time I motherfucking go outside, something absolutely feral happens?? I just wanted my motherfucking MILK. MILK. Not a full-blown bloody side quest. I walk into the shop and there’s a guy arguing with a self-checkout like it insulted his entire motherfucking bloodline—‘DON’T TELL ME TO PLACE ITEM IN BAGGING AREA, I’VE DONE THAT, YOU STUPID METAL PIECE OF SHIT.’
Meanwhile I’m standing there like… do I help? Do I fight the fucking machine too?? Is this my fucking villain origin story??
And don’t even get me started on the fucking
