the last straw
Im getting really, really really really, sick and tired of these robots. Are they formatted solely to torment me lately?
First they jerk me around all month, then they move my room to that building, then all my clothes were in that pile...
And then, just when I thought they would have enough of me, they forced me in a dress again. That might be fine if they didn't steal my glasses every time they do it.
BUT GODDAMNIT WHY CANT THEY FUCKING UNDERSTAND THAT I DON'T WANT FRILLY UNDERGARMENTS TO COORDINATE WITH THE DRESS. JUST WHO THE HELL DO THEY THINK THEY ARE?!
*this will be Karin, beating and stomping on a robot until its broken into smaller nonfunctional pieces and her knuckles are bloody, the gloves they shoved on her be damned*
First they jerk me around all month, then they move my room to that building, then all my clothes were in that pile...
And then, just when I thought they would have enough of me, they forced me in a dress again. That might be fine if they didn't steal my glasses every time they do it.
BUT GODDAMNIT WHY CANT THEY FUCKING UNDERSTAND THAT I DON'T WANT FRILLY UNDERGARMENTS TO COORDINATE WITH THE DRESS. JUST WHO THE HELL DO THEY THINK THEY ARE?!
*this will be Karin, beating and stomping on a robot until its broken into smaller nonfunctional pieces and her knuckles are bloody, the gloves they shoved on her be damned*