Every 3 letter agency would be after me shortly

I'll be just fine.

I certainly wont be starving to death!

I'll be fine

Everyone will let the Wookie win?

My username is a bird that steals fish. I'm not sure how I'm going to get on the good side of one, but I guess I'd better get used to either seafood or hunger

Suing beverage companies for having severed toes inside

It's my name, so I guess I'll do ok?

Brb, loading up on carbs.

It's bad for you. I'm a steal yo girl, and if you come near my taniwha hideout, I'm going to eat you.

... I'm so high right now. That's probably how this ends for me: humans bringing me some cannabis, getting me too high, and leading me somewhere out of the way.

Sounds like I'll be doing psychedelics or phenethylamines possibly. Not a bad way to live.

Oh well, I'll die happy

As long as I don't run out of fuel and crash...

Has a slightly toxic, mysandristic taste to it, but overall the stew is much more palatable than anything else that came from this awkward creature.

I mean there are a lot of doors that are our only means of staying alive in some way. Doors are very important.

Oranges and collared greens, I suppose. Could be worse.

You got a quarter?

could be worse

Uhhhh I suppose I like cereal

I'm not sure about nutritional value, but it could be worse

Sorry guys, the end times are on us, but at least they're cute and fluffy.

Well, fuck

I uh ... might be okay once I figure out what's going on

I'm in luck! 😁

I guess I'm a rightwing pod caster now.

I’ll figure something out

I can live off soiled bread I suppose

Im okay with this, whole movies exist with this outcome, good times ahead

Link and Shulk, doing it 69 style, would have to be involved.

I'm a very old Musketeer.

It's not just about me and my dream of doing nothing. It's about all of us. I don't know what happened to me at that hypnotherapist and, I don't know, maybe it was just shock and it's wearing off now, but when I saw that fat man keel over and die - Michael, we don't have a lot of time on this earth! We weren't meant to spend it this way. Human beings were not meant to sit in little cubicles staring at computer screens all day, filling out useless forms and listening to eight different bosses drone on about about mission statements.

Seeing as you can't eat rocks I'd practically be dead.

I stare at the wall reciting pi over and over, while my body withers, mind untethered, consumed by a mathematical void.

Pretty good but I have the feeling Quantum Computing will kill me if Im not careful.

I'm just some random Lord now, which theoretically will come with resources so I should be okay

Not a lot changes

I guess that I'm now praying to a really shitty version of Satan, uh. Or perhaps selling really cheap lamps?

("Lvxferre" is just broken Latin for "Lucifer", or "light-bringer")

Guess I'd better whip out the scarves and space berets. I'll be just fiiine.

If you have one of those halo things your already kind of dead right?