#interact.txt

Yes. Sacrifices are required. 

The classics. I’m pretty sure I wasted a day or two looping World Is Mine more than once. Servant of Evil, Alice of Human Sacrifice, Matryoshka. Bad Apple was always my jam.

I trust your fashion sense. Cargo shorts it is, then. Now I just gotta figure out what flavor of terrible tank top to wear.

See, now *that* adds the question of whether or not I care, or if the emotions that are at odds with said ethics outweigh their moral opposition. 

And, honestly, Oreo blends would probably be a better use of this newfound pseudo self godhood, damage to my body notwithstanding. I’ve subsisted off absolute garbage for the majority of my life, I’d love it is that culminated in eating something dope for once. 

Historically, I’m bad at forgetting things, but I’ll give it a go for you.

Did it? Please, enlighten me as to what implications I’m throwing out. God knows I’d hate to be salacious or whatever.