• AbsolutelyNotAVelociraptor@piefed.social
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    15 hours ago

    “No, you’re dumb. I refuse to elaborate” is my go-to when someone tries to impose their faith onto me now.

    If they really insist and I want to lose some time, I tell them I believe Goku is god and make them dismount my argument. Then I use their own points to dismount their god and they usually get pissed because “it’s not the same thing”.

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      15 hours ago

      The universe was created when Goku wished for it with the dragon balls. The sole purpose of the universe is to create a champion strong enough to give Goku a decent fight.

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        14 hours ago

        Nu-uh. The flying spaghetti monster was created by someone’s wish to the dragon balls. They wished for a being capable of defeating goku in a martial arts tournament but the combat was deemed too dangerous for the universe’s existence so it never happened. Now both exist, aware of each other, and keeping their distance to each other (although having a healthy friendship through mail) so they keep the universe whole.

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            6 hours ago

            Whoa whoa, are you Church of Son Goku Rules Sloppy Pasta Drools Kame House Collective of Season 3, Church of Son Goku Rules Sloppy Pasta Drools Kame House Collective of Season 4?

            Think long and hard about your answer, my precious sibling in the capsule of love and strength, and/or you pathetic smoking pile of ash!

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            14 hours ago

            Mate, I’m half italian, I’m immune to that shitty curse. We’re unable to overcook pasta (but don’t you fucking dare to break spaghetti in front of me or we’ll have a problem).