Prompts = Insistent, Splendour, Drove
‘You ask, “What drove me insane”, and I must correct you on assumptions that lay within the question. You may think of it as an endless escalator carrying an infinite number of me, the me that exists within all time and space, that lifts me gently, smoothly, to the splendour which exists above and beyond the pathetic level the rest of humanity are doomed to inhabit.
‘Your incessant, insistent questioning is, quite frankly, insulting. But I forgive you, your ignorance, your arrogance.
‘But, I must admit my “insane” reality lacks snow cones. If I’m to continue speaking, I require strawberry.’
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