all of the children born from your loins will throw their hands up at the sky and chant MAGE OF LIGHT OH OUR GLORY AND KNOWLEDGE WILL YOU COME DOWN AND HELP ME WITH MY MATH ESSAY and i will descent from the sun like the beam of light i am and say "young child, there is no such thing as grades. only animal and machine. what will you choose?" and they will go "um i just need help with my homework" and i will go "i never graduated" and shoot them with a massive flash bang that perminantly re-organizes their brain. when they come to i've completely replaced you and am now banging your wife and am your childs father, sorry! this is a very sad fate for you but there is nothing i can properly do! sad sad sad. will you reblog this now?

















