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[crushbutterfly]

[A small child kneels before an empty crushed red envelope. Before speaking, she suddenly stands and turns to face you]

Welcome the new year. What is your goal?

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[cnstructionzone]

[staring at the red envelope] Was there money in that thing?

[crushbutterfly]

Mere worthless paper.

Goals can be worth much more.

[cnstructionzone]

Eh, I'm not much of a goals person. Winging things is way more fun.

[crushbutterfly]

Why 'wing' it when you can easily get everything you need with mere... words?

Or rather the sound of your voice?

[cnstructionzone]

'Cause I'm not a Skrull.

[crushbutterfly]

A what?

[cnstructionzone]

Then again, we had a few half-Skrulls at the school so I guess they aren't all bad guys.

[crushbutterfly]

You continue speaking, but no sense emerges from your mouth.

[cnstructionzone]

No shit it wouldn't make sense to you, brat. S'world-specific stuff.

[crushbutterfly]

True. But mere vocabulary doesn't mask the intent.

[cnstructionzone]

What intent.

[crushbutterfly]

You know of some willing to seize their goals. And what do you do?

[cnstructionzone]

Like I said, I don't have any goals.

[crushbutterfly]

Not even the money you believed was in this envelope?

[cnstructionzone]

Nah, wasn't that important.

[crushbutterfly]

So, you are saying you have no desires? There is nothing in this world you wish to grasp?