hey bad news about your boyfriend…I put him in a jail, and filled up the jail with acid, once for every time he made a frivolous remark, or ate peanuts in a cohort admiralty meeting, and then at the end of a thousand years he will say, “mercy, I have learned not to do any of these things because I hated the acid you put on me” and I will say “that is why I did it, lord. I did it for you and for your empire.” I often think about this