Let’s drink chilled vodka now, maybe the readers will not notice we’re making a veiled reference to the Soviet Union and how cold their laws were. Herp-Derp, to the bank we go with our New Yorker money from this story!
Weak fucking metaphor – systems that can’t communicate but only kiss. Weak ass nonsense.
As Zoidberg once said, “Your metaphor is bad and you should feel bad!”