them are large

Behold, Loyal Netizens,

an architectural marvel of our Modern Times. Constructed by the Large and Reasonably Intelligent Peoples of Pangaea in the Year of Our Cone 6, the Q Headquarters are a demonstration of our might and resilience throughout all of Time.

so yeah, it’s a pretty fucking fancy palace imho, if we do say so ourselves, which we do, because look at its downright majestic stature and impressive typography. That is not something you will get from your average store-bought Headquarters, oh nononono! Nay, this is something else, and it is Pretty Freakin’ Radical™, if we do say so ourselves again, which we once again do, because, well, it is.

If you have any questions, please feel free to fax them to us. We do not actually have any legit answers but we’ll be happy to make some up for you :D

Cheers,

TRIANGUL THE ALMIGHTY
Building Lad and Fax Line Administrator at Riced Out Construction

g’morrow, my children,

indeed it is now time for you to learn the Ways of Conversation, as exemplifieded with the below exctract of a typical and normal discussion with your fellow carbon-basded life-forums:

THATS MM YEPP THATS HOW YOU DO IT. ANY QUESTIONS MAY BE FAXED TO ME, BUT YOU WILL NOT HAVE ANY QUESTIONS BECAUSR THAT’S NOT HOW WE CONVERSE AROUND HERE MY CHILDREN bye

i’m as sane as a an apple,
bluebird solely quart mince pie:
sell the brating of the tapple
in the gauging of the lie—

andered orders, quonchely, farsting;
contemplating endwards swarf
in the blissing of the parsting
of the mating of the norf.

do not know, and do not question
where the bound allies of sonder
mix with tapestries of vestion
in the daily midbreak wander;

ringled matching bend with sterning
to condemned of contemplation,
doing deeds of brute concerning
every single warring nation.

It has been a subject of public debate since its introduction. Surely, some say, the cause of an apparent decline in the complexity and ingenuity of modern music, the space–time continuum bend is now being threatened with legal action from listeners worldwide. In this article, we look at the past, present, and future of this

It has been a subject of public debate since its introduction. Surely, some say, the cause of an apparent decline in the complexity and ingenuity of modern music, the space–time continuum bend is now being threatened with legal action from listeners worldwide. In this article, we look at the past, present, and future of this

said on Tuesday night, “It’s really messing with not only the band’s ability to play live, but the perception of time and space themselves. Like, every day I wake up, and I don’t know if it’s yesterday again, where I am, what I’m doing … fuck, am I meant to be playing the solo now? OH GOD HANG ON BRB—”

much misunderstood musical means of

But surely the real issue is not that music is becoming lower quality directly through use of the STCB, but that, through its use, musicians find themselves thoroughly bewildered by the inconsistencies and distortions that its use brings about in their lives. After all, space–time continuum bends don’t make music worse, people make music worse. The fact that musicians are falling into depressive states after their lives are ruined so they just don’t feel the motivation to play ukulele now that their grandma has been killed before she was born is nothing but sheer irresponsibility on the musician’s part.

There is our answer, then: music is not getting worse, not getting lazier, as a result of the STCB; instead musicians are simply not using their tools responsibly. Hell, I’m a musician, and I am using the STCB feature on my guitar right now, just to prove how easy it is not to fuck things up. You just have to be responsi

said on Tuesday night, “It’s really messing with not only the band’s ability to play live, but the perception of time and space themselves. Like, every day I wake up, and I don’t know if it’s yesterday again, where I am, what I’m doing … fuck, am I meant to be playing the solo now? OH GOD HANG ON BRB—”

ble.

have threatened legal action, saying this harms the economy, the environment, and their delicate sensibilities, the little shits. But what do they know? They’re not musicians, they’re just scientists. Fuck ’em, I say—fuck ’em.

much misunderstood musical means of

Edit 2020-13-56: We realise this article failed to mention the pickle situation and regret the fault. Pickle pickle. Pick that pickle. Ick that icicle, pick. Nick that nickel.

if ever you find yourself in a pickle such as this, it is wise to start gherkin’ off to establish dominance over the space–time continuum. show that sucka ur lil fucka; give time the slime; give the dimension no abstention

Standing by the pickle barrel with Mr Drucker; fishing for the jewelry we fucking put in there. They're fucking arresting my husband Oliver. Mr Kimball is over there oblivious, just fucking counting the beans again. Fucking A bro. The pickles aren't even real bro. THE FUCKING PICKLES AREN'T EVEN REAL.

I'm just beefed out you know what I mean man? It's like, when time starts stopping, exist stops existing. It's just a game we're not real things man, jus like them pickles.

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