Moral Orel

This is why I love Moral Orel so much:

Clay Puppington: Tell me, DOC, did some of those painkillers protect her against you?

QXP: ...what does that mean?

Clay Puppington: You know, the pain. Of you. Day in, day out, of BEING there, with that FACE... not knowing what to say..not caring anymore. Not even knowing you'll only start caring for her when it's already too late. Forgetting about all those desperate.. those desperate years YOU spent alone, your barren years, when no woman would even consider resting their tired little head on your shaky little shoulder... and stinking of belly semen. Why even wipe? And then when you finally get one of THESE (points to woman), covered in pieces of tail that have been built up as the GRAND TROPHY in your nothing life, you try desperately to KEEP it, not to protect it, but to HOARD it.. to keep it away from the other WOLVES and JACKALS circling your territory.... and you realize....... all too soon..........that YOU'RE not good enough... and that maybe there was a jerk-off called Darwin after all... and that you never acknowledged his existence because you knew deep inside that you were really what you feared you were: WEAK, PASSIVE, and ultimately BROKEN by the ones who remain the fittest... and that through your weaknesses you developed a POISON... that POISONS others around you....... that you love..... and the only TRUE justice...was to let those dominant jackals FEED off of you..... SURVIVE off of you.....

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