The incapable, often known as weak, is in reality a trickster. This little cunt is more competitive than any other, and does so without slight of concious. A common enemy of good and evil laying amist all events lurking and lurking. It lives like a bitch, or rather: it bitches like a live. If size of a mountain mark its greatness, then the softness of the cunt marks its level of lacking a concious.
In all fights, battles, quarrels, tangos, coils, the softie is the greater evil. When the softie approaches to stop a fight what looks to be a genuine intent to help in actuality is a execution of a well calculated move to prevent confrontational environment from happening so that the rules of this world's game remain a passive-aggressive one.
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