Ok Lemmings look, I love life and I love my family, so I’d hate to have to blow my fucking brains out. So what’s another strategy for tuning out this incessant lava chicken?
Alternatively, does anyone have a time machine and enough money to convince Jack Black to not do the Minecraft movie?
Honestly, this is probably the answer.
“SORRY KID, I CAN’T HEAR YOU OVER MY MUSIC. WHAT? IT’S CALLED RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE, YEAH YOU’D LOVE IT. WHAT? NO, NOT TILL YOU’RE OLDER”