I'm a pretty ignorant human being, Mr. Terminator. I can't do much to guide you in life. But I can tell you with absolute certainty that you should abandon this conversation.

The Good Lord, see, has provided us with a multitude of mysteries with regards to the hearts and minds of our fellow men. We are possessed of great virtue and harsh devilry and all possible permutations and combinations thereof. Oftentimes you can look at a man and, out the corner of your eye, see that he is imbued with some ineffable purpose, y'know? Maybe there's a song the world just needs him to write. Maybe there's a disease he's been put here to cure. Sometimes there's a man he's just got to kill. I couldn't tell you the reason the Lord saw fit to make His people this way, but it is not mine to reason why.

I say all this because: sometimes - and I posit to you that we have run in to just such a case right here - God puts a man on this Earth of ours with the sole purpose of being Wrong on the Internet.

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