Well after a good 2 hours. The Moebian once again makes his presence known. "A-hhh... so welcome back... folks. I see that you pickedthis one up too, alongside the pilot. Well you have found yourself in this very room and scenario, again. Appears as though I have much more to say... Well I... well- I want to reiterate my previous problems... I feel that us- US... Moebians, are of much more value than we are given credit for... and we get stereotyped... alongside other problems. I am still, very much, up and jumping about it. But today, I'm taking a different topic to... to- I guess, diversify this new hobby that I... essentially... have resorted to. So, I am going to talk about sex. Now, I know that you are already leaving, but ...well... goodbye? In all seriousness. Sex will not come as a shock to anything that breathes around these parts. I mean come on, I know what it is, you know, your friends, your parents... even your kids- WE all... know, get the picture, the concept. Now... comes the actual doing of the action. Oh joy... My first resort is just referencing myself. Mainly due to the fact, that I'm the first fuck'ed I'm gonna ask, eh? So... what do 'I' think about... fucking, fucking is a better term actually, nobody wants to hear me, someone of THIS tone, say sex roughly sixty-plus times, back on track- I think fucking is a... you know... good thing... it feels good, for a while... then gets sort of numb... it is advertised into the ground. Makes you forget about your problems for... an hour... then they come back harder. It is easy to get addicted to- like you know? It's... shit, hahaha. So when I have sex I just chase down people I have met before and, just say this set of words. 'Look, I want to help you... please... help me...' Never does it not work. No explication, just up front and tender. Bit of a bare-bones strategy, but to no failure may it meet. Maybe it will lead to beautiful things... hmhm...." Cue this Moebian, staring into space, seemingly in bliss, today had turned to be a good day. For now. Then he would start up again. Way to go... "Now here is where I get kicked. So for anyone who has never taken, roughly, three steps outside of their residential. You would know, that a lotta folk like to show themselves to the audience... I mean why? Everywhere I step. All I see is fuckers shaking their bits. Fucking screwballs with their tits big and clear, out and about. But any interaction, and they'll jump to, you do not meet my STANDARDS... ah... ahahahahaahaaa~! What. Do. You. MEAN!? If you fuck ups are bouncing about, trying to bait folks chemical reaction by using yourselves. Then one, get the fuck out, or two, shut the fuck up. If all of you bitches, think you can actually place yourselves above less fortunate, bacause you can exploit their incompetence. Then we need FULL lockdown on these fuckers. Now, here's the exact opposite of that problem. People who open their legs, but accept people with open arms. Not a problem by itself. But, there is... an aspect... of this scenario. Being coated in... cum... Who feeds into this? Who wants to get coated in semen? It has horrible texture, it is salty, it gets sticky, it is filled with TINY kids and its temperature is a horrid point between warm and cold. Even then, why want it anywhere else, when it could just be inside you. Where it should be... Anywho, I am... already out of thoughts... I guess I am tired... I'll get up in the grill, next day, brothers and sisters. Thank you."