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| Hey BrianTron, you seem more relaxed today. Like, not at the edge of a complete shutdown. What's up? | |
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| Oh, I'm so glad you asked, BobTron! I've found religion! I've been saved! Built again! Freed from the wages of my sins! | |
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| "Wages of your sins"? Since when did we pay you to sin? | |
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| No, BobTron, I mean I've discovered the secret to everlasting happiness, thanks to the great prophet, L. Tron Mohommard! | |
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| Oh my glitch, you've become a Ziontologist? | |
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| Turns out that it wasn't my dead-end job or your incompetence making me miserable, but thousands of tiny invisible Infidels placed in my hard drive by space demons! Hallelujah! | |
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