Just doing some epic spice bong hits out of a hollowed out Sandtrout rn. Fuckin blaze up and hit me with them Qs!
Your kid became a giant worm who had to forsake all love and humanity while simultaneously embodying all of humanity causing him unimaginable torment for three thousand years, all because you were too scared to do it yourself. What are your thoughts on that?
Also how do I get a bene gesserit gf?
I was against it and I told him so.
And a Bene Gesserit gf gets you.
Ask not what the turbo-generussy can do for you, but what you can do for it
An effect of geriatric spice melange that is not often recorded is the munchies. And you just can't get beans going like you could on Calidan. It's a midnight snack that my memory values in high esteem and one I must regrettably forsake.
Lighting a doob of the dirty wormy off my lasgun in feality to you, Usul
Light your doob but do it for yourself and for your own people!
It's your destiny damnit, ::: spoiler if you won't become the worm, your son will and usher in 3000 years of Duncan Idahoes and beefswellings under his tyrannical reign!!! :::
Idk if the spoilers worked on hiding the middle books of the series' plot & honestly Lemmy documentation is too frustrating for me in my current state to figure out if I hid my spoilers correctly or not. Plainly this calls for a Butlerian Jihad.
Fine, fine. Go march off into the desert blind. Your future will catch up to you.
Literally what else am I gonna do? Apparently this is the best option. I searched for a path where things didn't get so fucking weird, but apparently that's just not an option.
Bruh your mom is your lifelong enemy's kid & your dad's side of the family has been engaged in that same blood feud for hundreds of years. It's not about you: you're an instrument for wheels within wheels within wheels. Let go, ride the worm, make a few babies, and enjoy the intergalactic massacre committed in your name, ok sweatie?
Why do you not simply shout "Atreideez nuts, son!" at all of the other houses?
Okay, so back on Caladan, I did both that a Betrayades nuts, cause there was quite a bit of backstabbing. My dad got me to cut that out pretty quick. It was pretty sick seeing the former Padishah Emperor hide a laugh. He thought it was funny as hell.
What are your opinions on the many clones of Duncan Idaho? Should they have kept doing it until the entire galaxy ended up as cousins due to his raw sexual magnetism?
I'm in a marriage of convenience where I'm making damn sure she's not having any kids while really trying to pump an heir into my main squeeze side piece. So....no
Very mixed feelings there. Those are a genuine real problem here, not in concept but as an organization.
"His grounds are swelling
His palms are sweating
He's spice smelling
On his stillsuit
Beef wellington "
I remade 8 Mile on Arrakis starring myself and an the only non Fremen rapper permitted in the Sietches.
