Yeah - piece of work more like it… Melting down in the heat… fluids always needing outside intervention or they won’t replenish on their own… the fuel is right there, pump it yourself, oh, no, right, bc I’m a servant… And it fucking talks back with the same fucking indignation and mother fucking attitude you gave your own fucking parents, bc it has your same stupid asshole brain you’re sick of dealing with, and another thing, th- … Oh… umm… uhhh… you heard that, eh, uhh, I meant,… Uhh… requires some other, verb, about caring for an inanimate machine… Yeahhhh… uhh, that. And uhh - you love it. It’s the best. Yeah, that clearly nonsentient equipment we’re talking about is the greatest… /s

Nah, being a parent really is the best! My kid will feel terrible for some minute thing that didn’t even hurt my feelings let alone bother me at all, and I’m like, chill bruh, you gave my life purpose, we’re good, indefinitely