How does it feel, to have chronic, explosive flatulence, with no relief for relative eons? Eternal shame. Foetid frustration. Monstrous anger. That my noxious emissions actually encouraged life to develop on a pebble is small consolation. How I burn! What interstellar succour exists out there? What dark matters afoot shall come and cause me relief? Oh. Oh! Oh!

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