Oh, mighty helmacrons, I prostrate myself before you. Though I am notably unworthy, and tremble in fearful anticipation of your wrath, I beg of you to grant me an answer. Of late, I have rediscovered in a second-hand book store (a primitive form of database used by such debased burden-beasts as I) nearly the entire Animorphs series, which I recall fondly. I gloried in both Helmacron adventures, yet fear that in my love for the remaining books I've detracted from your singular glory. Is this so?
Asked by nasat
<Your lowly insolence is misguided and pathetic, but you will benefit from adding a few simple and grueling worship activities into your daily life. If you practice them regularly, we may even give you the privilege of working as our slave!
- Slaughter a blasphemer daily. Bask in their blood before and after every meal.
- Set aside a few hours (4 is good) of every 4 hours to grovel to your lords and wallow in your disgusting form.
- Show contempt and distrust to your fellow bottom-feeders. Make sure they remember their place as tools of the mighty Helmacrons.
- Sell your house and move to Albania. It’s easier to kill you all if you live in one place.
- Shower daily.
I hope this hinders you.
Your lords and masters the Helmacrons.>