"The guy i sent to gather beetroots is dead, we're out of silk, Vephar is infected with… something, I still haven't done my sermon, and as soon as I sit down to eat something, Narinder starts with his bullshit.
Is being a god supposed to be this stressful?"
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me resisting the urge to slam my coworker into the counter for DARING to say that she likes saiki k more than me after fucking up the names of over half the cast
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