The rhino beetle’s main form of attack is to gain leverage over their opponent using their horn and fling them overhead in an insect suplex, so “better at melee” is apt. I don’t know of any butterfly that utilizes any kind of ranged attack, so I can’t say for sure if they’d be better with guns.

Why even make someone roll for a DC 2?

No it was Nightcrawler

Why press a dislike button when you can ratio instead?

See I feel like it would make sense if I were a heavy drinker, but I rarely ever drink.

I woke up with a gash on my hand a couple weeks ago. It was from just near the base of my thumb up to just under the base of my index finger. No idea how it possibly could have gotten there without me noticing. Maybe I have some sort of nerve damage in my hands, because I never feel it when I get cut, I just notice that I’m bleeding a short while after.

Weirdest one, however, is the little scar on my face. No idea what that one’s from, and you’d think I’d remember that one.

“Baby Butcher Biden” to the tune of “Baby Boomer Santa” from Community.

If you could hack the Las Vegas Sphere and make it show anything, what would it be?

I’d pick everything that ran on Lucky 7 back in the day.

A lot of people don’t realize what’s really going on. They view life as a bunch of unconnected incidents and things. They don’t realize that there’s this, like, lattice of coincidence that lays on top of everything. Give you an example, show you what I mean: suppose you’re thinkin’ about a plate of shrimp. Suddenly someone’ll say, like, “plate,” or “shrimp,” or “plate of shrimp” out of the blue, no explanation. No point in lookin’ for one, either. It’s all part of a cosmic unconsciousness.

There ain’t no difference between a flying saucer and a time machine. People get so hung up on specifics they miss out on seeing the whole thing. Take South America for example. Im South America, thousands of people go missing every year. Nobody knows where they go, they just, like, disappear. But if you think about it for a minute, you realize something. There had to be a time when there was no people, right? Well where did all these people come from, huh? I’ll tell you where. The future. And where did all these people disappear to? Yeah, that’s right, the past. And how did they get there? Flying saucers. Which are actually? You guessed it: Time machines.

I think a lot about this kind of stuff. I do my best thinking on the bus. That’s how come I don’t drive, see. I don’t know how and I don’t ever wanna learn. The more you drive, the less intelligent you are.

I just saw this earlier today. Must be part of that cosmic unconsciousness.