That when I say I want a train, I literally want a train, nothing sexual. But the world is an f7cked up and convoluted echo chamber of multilayered sexual inneuendos (drug associated over abundance as illustrated by the sheer number) of linguistic egg shells we have to avoid stepping on...sometimes.
And the rest of the time you get accused by the herd of dirty minded hoomans of writing stuff they're seeing that you didn't write in certain ways but apparently they see and adapt to their own whatevers causing me to have all these polluted language in the box of stale reference psychosomatic episodes of bitching and complaining and even attempting to invent my own New meaningful langauge and communication code protocols to get around all the potholes in the modern english language blah, blah, blah.
And yes, of course I still want/need the "boat" platfom and helicopters too.
I'll be waiting here safely in my storage box if when anyone needs me. And if I can somehow magically just figure out how to break the laws of physics I could somehow actually solve this impossible problem with just some Tetris-like rearranging...but nooo...
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