There are many different sorts of people here. Angels, emperors, idiots, and lolicons.
Like a zoo almost. ...
Heiderich-san, are there really dinosaurs here?
Shakespeare? Ah, Meme remembers one.
There is none: man, sitting down before you, will
undermine you and blow you up.
Virginity being blown down, man will quicklier be
blown up: marry, in blowing him down again, with
the breach yourselves made, you lose your city.
[ ooc: From All's Well that Ends Well, Act 1, Scene 1 where Parolles taunts Helen regarding her virginity. Despite what she is, Meme's still nine years old. >_>; She doesn't completely comprehend the social context of what she's saying on the network.]