Yeah, and I address it differently than you. [She reaches over for the chair in her room and brings it into view of the camera.]
See this chair? This chair is dangerous, and I don't mean in the generic 'oh I guess it could be used...' sort of way. I can tell you twenty different things that you can do with this chair that would turn your skin a paler shade of white than it already is. My kitchenette? It has bladed weapons all through them. We call them cooking utensils, and I call them torture implements. My spice rack? I know things you can do with Cinammon that could have a person gagging for a week and a half.
The only responsible thing I could do would be to kill myself, but that doesn't work on this rock anymore than it would have back home, so one day I decided to go about my business and figure out a way to deal with this shit, because I don't need magical plants to fuck someone's life up. My own two god-damned hands are just fine at that, thank you very much!
[She actually collapses at this point, head in her hands.]
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See this chair? This chair is dangerous, and I don't mean in the generic 'oh I guess it could be used...' sort of way. I can tell you twenty different things that you can do with this chair that would turn your skin a paler shade of white than it already is. My kitchenette? It has bladed weapons all through them. We call them cooking utensils, and I call them torture implements. My spice rack? I know things you can do with Cinammon that could have a person gagging for a week and a half.
The only responsible thing I could do would be to kill myself, but that doesn't work on this rock anymore than it would have back home, so one day I decided to go about my business and figure out a way to deal with this shit, because I don't need magical plants to fuck someone's life up. My own two god-damned hands are just fine at that, thank you very much!
[She actually collapses at this point, head in her hands.]
Just shut up.