#RIP to the Man Who Broke My Brain pic.twitter.com/wzxnUZ4zHh
— Scott Thill (@morphizm) August 29, 2016
“From that fateful day when stinking bits of slime first crawled from the sea and shouted to the cold stars …
‘I AM MAN!’
… our greatest dread has always been the knowledge of our mortality. But tonight, we shall hurl the gauntlet of science into the frightful face of death itself.
Tonight, we shall ascend into the heavens. We shall mock the earthquake. We shall command the thunders, and penetrate into the very womb of impervious nature herself!”
"We shall hurl the gauntlet of science into the frightful face of death. Tonight, we shall ascend into the heavens!" pic.twitter.com/ryiZKTLjRq
— Scott Thill (@morphizm) August 30, 2016
I can’t go on forever, and I don’t really want to try.
So who can I trust to run the factory when I leave and take care of the Oompa Loompas for me?
Not a grown up.
A grown up would want to do everything his own way, not mine.
So that’s why I decided a long time ago that I had to find a child.
A very honest, loving child, to whom I could tell all my most precious candy making secrets.