We’re like the ones on the outside of the matrix (good reference I know, right age group as well) knowing how screwed we really are. We can enter into it, but we have seen the outside.
Figuratively of course, even though I have heard a lot of good things about this “grass” people keep talking about. Why you would wanna touch it, I don’t know, but maybe one day.
You mean we’ve… escaped? We’re free?
Master has given dobby a dictionary. Dobby is free!
Free at last, free at last!
Until you go outside. Luckily, I have a teenaged kid who can tell me what shit means while giggling at my greying beard.
Phew, I’m safe then!
We’re like the ones on the outside of the matrix (good reference I know, right age group as well) knowing how screwed we really are. We can enter into it, but we have seen the outside.
Figuratively of course, even though I have heard a lot of good things about this “grass” people keep talking about. Why you would wanna touch it, I don’t know, but maybe one day.
Touching grass really is the rizz.
I dunno bro, sounds like fake news to me.