You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
We need, like, a brattiness scale, to quantify these things.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
The actual text of the book makes her a million times more smackable, too!
“Hey, Mummy!” shouted Veruca Salt suddenly, “I’ve decided I want a squirrel! Get me of those squirrels!”
“Don’t be silly, sweetheart,” said Mrs. Salt. “These all belong to Mr. Wonka.”
“I don’t care about that!” shouted Veruca. “I want one. All I’ve got at home is two dogs and four cats and six bunny rabbits and two parakeets and three canaries and a green parrot and a turtle and a bowl of goldfish and a cage of white mice and a silly old hamster! I want a squirrel!”
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
I can't think of many stories about bratty kids where they don't get some kind of comeuppance
Even Junie B. Jones had to learn a lesson every now and then
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
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Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
oh SHIT