Wouldn't *my* iconic superweapon be like sort of whisk capable of reducing entire cities to a gritty, gritty froth in a matter of seconds? A measuring device so precisely able to determine the state of an object as to cause the very subatomic particles of that something to explode in utterly unknowable and random directions because of Heisenberg? A NEO composed entirely of pistachio shells, cofffee grounds, and spite with which i can bury all those oppose me?
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And for that, they will rue the day. Rue. The. Day.
Now, where's my ironic superweapon?
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