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Back in MY day, we knew the value of a hard day's labor. My slaves had to carry me to school, uphill, in the snow, both ways.

Standards are falling everywhere. *shakes head sadly*

Riiiiiight. I believe you. Honest.

To avoid what? (chirp... chirp...) I'll see myself out.

Yeah, it does explain things. I imagine that if the Stormcloaks win (won) the war, Ulfric would be happy enough, but the Thalmor would have to content themselves with second prize - first prize being the continuation of the war, sapping Imperial strength. Divide and conquer is easy enough with Skyrim independent, easier still if Skyrim keeps empire soldiers and empire resources locked up tight. Even if you're one of the deluded few who believe that Ulfric isn't in the pocket of the Thalmor, you have to admit that at the very least he's a power-mad political weasel. Apologies to all the weasels of the world for the comparison.

They might be offended if they find out though. "You made my birthday cake out of WHAT?"

And she simply hadn't made enough cake for everyone. Well, better get to baking. We're gonna need six tons of flour, three thousand eggs, and a pinch of sugar.

Could be worse. Suppose somebody brought along what they thought were water purification tablets, but he mixed it up with his tadalafil.

We call it Whatyagot Stew. It always happens on the last day of a camping trip, when someone asks "what's for dinner tonight?" and the cook replies "What ya got?" Everyone commences digging in their bags and putting food in a pile until you have something like: one half-eaten butterfinger bar two apples a half pound of bacon a packet of freeze-dried milk a single boiled egg a quart of vodka a tube of what someone swears is frosting but turns out to be triamcinolone cream This always happens on the last day of the camping trip, because the eating of the stew convinces everyone that continuing to camp any longer will result in intestinal discomfort and possibly the brutal murder of the cook.

His voice there always sounded smug. He didn't sound like a guy who had just seen a friend die, he sounded more like the evil villain tricking the heroes into doing his dirty work for him.

Ah, a metaphor for retail w... Wait a minute...

Ahem. Two-point-five people, thank you very much. I've put on some weight recently.

"Jar Jar Binks was the best character in the entire series."

Ah, a metaphor for retail work.

This is the biggest "check your privilege" moment I've ever had. My pro-mortal prejudice has never been more apparent.