As the Thunder Rolls Out

[cafedeinfierno]

We were helpless but to sit and wait for her to pass, like a violent storm in the blackest of nights. And even though the rumbling was distant and the lightning unable to reach our shelter, there was the quaking of fear deep in our hearts... for humans perhaps fear most that which they are unsure about. Could we only see into her head, past those

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[queenofservbots]

Okay... I can't say I understood all that, but I think I got most of it.

QUIT WHINING. Talk like that isn't gonna make things any better! We can take this thing down, but nothing's gonna get done if you just sit around and complain about how its tearing up the town. You have to do something! Stop "picking up the wreckage" and start making sure the wreckage doesn't happen. Sheesh... All you need is a powerful enough weapon. All it takes is to find out what that weapon is.

[cafedeinfierno]

Well, aren't we a little loose cannon? Better be careful, amiga, those have a tendency to backfire and explode if you don't aim them right.

If you've got any ideas to that note, please, do sing them for me. And do stop calling my musings "whining". Those who never stop and reflect will never see the section of the painting behind them. That's one of my rules.

[queenofservbots]

Then I'll aim it right.

Hey, I'm still working on getting myself used to this place. I'll get to it eventually! I've still got a whole line of projects to complete first!

So stop painting them in such a depressing light! Yeah, it's destroying the city, but it's possible to present the facts without making them seem that horrible. What do you think others are supposed to think when they read that, huh?

[cafedeinfierno]

You're aiming it at me instead of Mama Grande. And my poetry isn't depressing, amiga! It's simply complex. I certainly hope I'm not dragging anybody down-- you'll see no smile bigger than mine through trials and tribulations.

I find it more comforting to present the facts and the bitter truth than to sugarcoat and soften them.

[queenofservbots]

Well, yeah, because you're the one who's making me angry. ...You don't think that's depressing. You've got a weird sense of what's happy then. And good! You better keep that smile on your face, 'cause that's what everyone needs: the truth, smiles, and a giant cannon to blow that stupid "Big Mommy" off the face of Manhattan!

[cafedeinfierno]

Hey now, don't let anybody jerk your emotions around, amiga-- anger is the last refuge of the pathetic. You've gotta be as cool as ice and as smooth as a fine cup of black magic and slide down into the heart of your opponent where you can cause the most damage. That's one of my rules.

[queenofservbots]

...Huh?

[cafedeinfierno]

Don't let anybody piss you off but you.

[queenofservbots]

Gotcha.

See, that's how you should be phrasing this kind of thing!

[cafedeinfierno]

But where's the fun in that? Any idiot can string some words together and give them meaning. A true artist can make even the trite and cliche sound like music.

[queenofservbots]

Never said you couldn't make it a little fancier. But you had the right attitude when you said it. It's more encouraging.