Thread:CrashBash/@comment-6554265-20180104173609

Twice the quantity of which I can presume you have requested a double cheeseburger meal and the meticulously cut french fries. Utilizing the calculation methods of arithmetic, intertwined with the derivatives of common sentence filled among certain men, I can come to the conclusion that you owe, of the American currency, $6.53, this including a percentage of tax, derived from the tax or tariff placed upon the state; $3.47 existing as your change for the currency provided by thee. An interjection of the male infused chromosomes, supposing to have a rebuttal with a robust remark that indeed Crash is not conforming to the principles indoctrinated by man, that of which concerning the proper hitherto method of pressing the corresponding button with the entity which is concerned which is of a capitalistic venturian method. The daguerreotypes of sustenance embodied within a plastic encompassed shell shall be the main point of concern regarding purchases. Crash then proceeds to affirm his non-conformist methods in a new narcissistic method which will be addressed later within the story as he openly states his intelligence to a clearly mentally inferior being, aliased as Bash, by revealing his methods of calculations which exist in the confines of his nucleus and possibly within his talent or lack thereof. A great enlightened despot, Bash then proceeds to claim witchcraft upon a somewhat mortal fallacy, observing a countenance presented upon his; in a motion, he deems Crash a sorcerer of godlike powers, in a mere ferocious matter upon the more satirical point of capitalism, somewhat alluding to his lackish mental apathetic state. Bash then recites the slogan existing as "Big Mcthankies, from McSpankies" in a rebuke against Crash's condescending tone, claiming he did not quoth thy scriptures or principles presented to him within the employee guidelines. Crash, living as the mortal being within an existential crisis, he proceeds to reply with an obvious non-conformist method of verbose which we can affirm his instructional behavior has a being. Touching on points of individualism, and his mere cliche theme of nativeness among the viewer. He proceeds to discuss the method of developing polyunsaturated fats; and triglycerides further informing the viewer of his comprehensive theme upon many aspects of life, a plethora attributed to the enlightened. Scientists finding the chemical makeup and compounds of the food, assuming that polyunsaturated fats, he means a multiple compounded makeup derived from chemical resistors involving the semi-permeable membrane within a conscience. We could, in fact, determine the drivel spouted from Crash's mouth proved to be that of a Neanderthal, or that of an alderman. Triglycerides, coming from the prefix, "tri", meaning three, could further support this indecisive and inconclusive memoir of what was, or what had become of sustenance known as a "Big Mcthanky", to come from the established customer relation branch of McSpanky's, concluding that indeed, this remark was short of a misnomer. Bash then begins to have an existential crisis, realizing that mere mental perception of life and death itself could be seen upon a spectrum. That life was simply a river flowing and he, a small leaf drifting among the masses of fleshy blips. Mere flesh and blood could not contain his mental aspiration to become like Crash. Yet something frightened him, was it not the aspect of being a genius that flushed throughout his countenance and mind. Could his mind truly grasp that of a philosophical idealist such as Crash? Quoting from his Genevan philosophy, "what wisdom can you find that is greater than kindness?". This quote I believe flashed through Bash's head as Crash's theories tore down his infrastructural beliefs that are known as his ideals from birth to death. Crash's words reverberated throughout Bashs cerebrum and mind. Almost existing as an interconnected part of his soul, but then no more. These laps of memories were broken by even more interjections from the narcissistic egotistical brain of Crash Neutron, which Bash could no longer contain. A brief period of silence, and no more. Carpe Diem swept through Bashs mind, as he began to realize that the present is now, and the past is past. He must continue working for the bourgeoisie in somewhat of a proletariat outlook upon. The new idealized form of Marxism vested within Crash's mind, fading black for a few, thrice returning Crash and Bash to the stage of life, a mere animation, upon what astonished him as a being, daguerreotype of money, daguerreotype of money. Alas I have found the minute objective of a mere inconvenience, Bash quoted, from the guttural sounds and croaks akin to the god himself, Bash rang out from the deepest chasms within his life's touch of breath, and said "Big Mcthankies from McSpankies". Taking hold of the stage in the climax of his life, the pinnacle point of a mans well do, being that life stirred within him, causing him to yet again be deterred by the young boy named Crash Neutron, the antagonistic previewer and philosopher raided his scriptures of occupation. Noticing a slight discrepancy, among the floor of his established restaurant, a small portion of minerals there remained. It lied within the ocular lens of mere flesh and blood. Seething at the teeth like a rabid dog, the aesthetics came to a halt as the view of the story was set still in focus upon the sodium chloride, otherwise referred more commonly as monosodium glutamate or E3621 in certain aspects of genetic makeup. This monosodium glutamate was the pivotal point around Bash keeping his immaterialness job as he succumbed to a mere faith of sectionalism, no not this, more secular than not. Bash taking note of Crash's arrogance and transcendentalist affirmed in his belief that the mere minerals were known as salt, not sodium chloride. Back and forth, and back and forth the chokes of voice could be heard between the two, akin to that of political parties mudslinging each other, then all went quiet again. Bash for a moment, began to realize the epochal points in his life, this, nagging at him as if a nail had been plunged into his spine. That monotonous ringing of those souls encased within perdition, he thought, no it is on the brink of heaven. But what is heaven without the spirit and mind that exists within Bash? He began to think, deeply, more so than he ever had before, and then silence. Crash again broke the silence, again and again, it rippled throughout his mind, the crack of the sails and whips of the wind could be heard a distance from this. A figure of light...enlightenment he thought, was not so far away. It began an onslaught of thoughts, mere chemical reactions chamber the human hearts, intertwining the independence of his soul, and enlightenment. Crash to came the thoughts of Crash battering down on the mere intellectually inferior aspects of Bashs life. Numbing it down into pain and arrogance of the soul. A needle, now he thought, in his spine. The existence of man comes from that within, not from within others. The individualist came to the truth as he saw it...A blinding flash of light. And then the players of the stage began to divert their courses of blue-white light, as some could retrieve from within his masses; granting upon him the gift of life. And among them, the angel said "Big Mcthankies from McSpankies". -fin- 