Yooo it's the big gay binge of our generation, the self-aggro dialectic. The Lord Himself or whatever is absolutely drowning in this ethylene situation and the absolute imbecile of a narrator comes on to tell us what happened to the House of Lords, no doubt. Astaphaios? If that’s your little zesty sauce of edgy 2000s anonymity then good for you but this all feels like two raccoons going at it in a bag and I don’t wanna clean that up. So like… stop, bro. Just… stop.