flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
I SEE YOU, dude with 30 individual packages of candy, bacon, and baby food! Thirty is more than ten, dickhead. Go away.
PS: I hope that dude had a baby and wasn’t just too lazy to chew. I keep picturing him at home, sucking strained ham through a straw like a horrible, meaty, room-temperature shake. Excuse me, I have to go cry now.