Closed source
Claiming that the merciless strangulation that ensues after deliberately butchering the words of a very high man when he utters the words "Grow borscht" is a justification for lacerating various geometric patterns onto your larynx to produce processed vocalizations reminiscent of a therapeutic robot infected with a virus is something that would be outright reprehensible in the many eyes of the many fruit flies that would proceed to establish their oppressive colony within the confines of your trachea (yes, the very trachea on display in your great-grandfather's hospice) and would have dire effects on the economy of a seventh-world country who still subsists on an economy of dust particles and hair follicles from dying old snails encased in a disturbingly-shaped shell made of irradiated pasta that was manufactured in a subterranean factory and was swiftly distributed via the clandestine operations of a group of CIA operatives that were actually school dropouts who shared a reason for dropping out: inordinate amounts of balding old women inhabiting their fingernails for at least a single presidential term.
Such is the premise for the existence of closed source.
Grow borscht[edit | edit source]
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“TAKE ALL OF YOUR SENTIMENTS AND PUT THEM IN A BOX!!! WE'RE SELFISH AND CLOSED OFF FROM THIS WORLD!!!”