I feel like a hamster in a cheap plastic cage, running my little legs off on one of those spinny-wheel things. You plug away and plug away at life on your little wheel, and at the end you've made no progress. Your purpose is the entertainment of the young of higher orders of life. They take you out of your cage and squeeze the living daylights out of you. If you're really lucky, they'll put you in a plastic ball and laugh their heads off as you roll yourself down the basement stairs.
WAA HA HA, LOOK AT THAT HAMSTER GO!
*thud*
*thud*
*thud*
And try as you might, you can't escape. And even if you did, what would you do with yourself? You'd get sucked up by the vacuum cleaner, that's what.
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