Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2018 7:16:06 GMT
He's no true Chad.
I met him once and shook his hand. It felt like soft clay and I was worried I would crush it by accident. They were soft, delicate, and moist and it told me everything I needed to know-- these were not the hands of a man that has ever hunted for a meal or held up a car so somebody could change a tire. When I looked to his face, he gave me a weak, pleading smile as if to ask me not to reveal his secret. I felt only disgust instead of pity, but I am not without mercy, so I only broke his pinky finger with my grip.
You've been fooled, your eminence.
I met him once and shook his hand. It felt like soft clay and I was worried I would crush it by accident. They were soft, delicate, and moist and it told me everything I needed to know-- these were not the hands of a man that has ever hunted for a meal or held up a car so somebody could change a tire. When I looked to his face, he gave me a weak, pleading smile as if to ask me not to reveal his secret. I felt only disgust instead of pity, but I am not without mercy, so I only broke his pinky finger with my grip.
You've been fooled, your eminence.