Sadly, no. My chest musculature is so enoumous that it completely envelops me. Kind of impractical in the lab sometimes, but that's the things you do for more testosterone.
I tried watching it once, but I lost interest after two seasons. It's just not my type of show. That being said, after looking it up, I do remember the minerals thing. xD
The "city" on the side of the car implies that it's a vehicle of city cleaning. It could be some other city service, but then it would be oddly specific. Does the city cleaning service just run over piles of leaves where the artist comes from, instead of shoving them aside? The latter would still be painful but arguably not lethal.
That aside, where do you find leaf piles just out on the road? Don't they tend to be the result of, you know, being shoved off the street by city cleaning?
That aside aside, if anything, that cartoon is an argument for banning cars instead of telling kids not to play in leaves.
Okay, rant over. (I accidentally typed "rent over" at first. If only.)
From the moment I understood the weakness of wood, it disgusted me.
I craved the strength and certainty of stone.
Your kind cling to your wood, as if it will not decay and fail you.
One day, the crude biomass that you call the stick will wither,
and you will beg my kind to save you.
But I am already saved.
For the rock is immortal.
Even in death, I serve the Fossilliah.
Sadly, no. My chest musculature is so enoumous that it completely envelops me. Kind of impractical in the lab sometimes, but that's the things you do for more testosterone.