We’re like the ones on the outside of the matrix (good reference I know, right age group as well) knowing how screwed we really are. We can enter into it, but we have seen the outside.
Figuratively of course, even though I have heard a lot of good things about this “grass” people keep talking about. Why you would wanna touch it, I don’t know, but maybe one day.
You mean we’ve… escaped? We’re free?
Until you go outside. Luckily, I have a teenaged kid who can tell me what shit means while giggling at my greying beard.
Phew, I’m safe then!
Master has given dobby a dictionary. Dobby is free!
We’re like the ones on the outside of the matrix (good reference I know, right age group as well) knowing how screwed we really are. We can enter into it, but we have seen the outside.
Figuratively of course, even though I have heard a lot of good things about this “grass” people keep talking about. Why you would wanna touch it, I don’t know, but maybe one day.
Touching grass really is the rizz.
I dunno bro, sounds like fake news to me.
Free at last, free at last!