when guardians of the galaxy finished and the credits started, a few people got up and started leaving and i said to my dad “this process is what i like to call ‘weeding out the weak’” and the woman in front of me heard me and laughed so hard she choked on her drink
- Simon: I am the 12th Disciple of the Undead Prophet. I will do as the Prophet bids me. I will follow the ways of the Prophet. He is my Prophet and I am his disciple. I believe in him. I will fight for him. Nothing will sway me from my holy quest.
- *cute boy walks in and makes a sassy comment*
- Simon: Well, fuck all that shit then.