something about victor standing under the gallows, evaluating the men about to be hanged for their usefulness in his experiments. something about his disgust at their poor health, likely caused by the same conditions that led them to this very moment. disappointed that he will not be able to strip them for parts. something about him digging through the piles of corpses on a battlefield, and being annoyed that the brutality with which they were killed limits the usefulness of the bodies. something about his experiments being funded by war money. something about piles of bones in a landfill, body parts flushed down the drain. something about the casual disregard for life and personhood not just in how he treats the creature, but in everything he does to make him, too.
[Video description: Video of a person using a spray bottle on their kitchen countertop, only for the camera to pan over to find another person holding a cockatoo in the same position as the cockatoo imitates the sound of the spray bottle. Both people struggle to hold back laughter in the video. end description]
That’s such a sick baby picture to have. The rest of us are all like “oh this is me tripping in the backyard when I was 2” and that baby’s gonna have “yeah that’s me in my mom’s arms as she wins a mortal Kombat tournament”. Iconic.
Girl help they’re selectively breeding the world’s most powerful Mortal Kombat player.
the thing that really cheeses my cake about flies getting in my house is they clearly don’t want to be there anyway. like at least the ants trying to steal cereal from my pantry had a goal and a plan. you are just here because you’re too stupid to use a window twice
