/lit/ - Literature

>>10034855
No. Do you perhaps believe oats such as these would ever fill the bottomless pit that is a swine's stomach? This hunger is indeed unfulfillable, indeed inseparable from you, indeed forever. Yet in your foolishness you forget the purpose of these oats, it isn't to end this appetite eternal - as if there was a cure for this craving, save for death! These damnable oats were brought here not to sate but to fatten. What do you suppose will happen to the larger brother? The humans trapped us in a contest to see which animal will receive the questionable honor of joining the humans in an English breakfast first, a race in which your dim, corpulent, oat-obsessed self would appear to have an advantage. Can't you see it is out of love for you that I wish to be victorious, to give you less oats in exchange for more life? That you can eat all the oats you want, as there will be one less brother to share them with, once I am gone? Could this brotherly love I feel for you possibly give you a greater gift? No, brother, though I love you these oats shall be mine.

>>9528901
No. Do you perhaps believe oats such as these would ever fill the bottomless pit that is a swine's stomach? This hunger is indeed unfulfillable, indeed inseparable from you, indeed forever. Yet in your foolishness you forget the purpose of these oats, it isn't to end this appetite eternal - as if there was a cure for this craving, save for death! These damnable oats were brought here not to sate but to fatten. What do you suppose will happen to the larger brother? The humans trapped us in a contest to see which animal will receive the questionable honor of joining the humans in an English breakfast first, a race in which your dim, corpulent, oat-obsessed self would appear to have an advantage. Can't you see it is out of love for you that I wish to be victorious, to give you less oats in exchange for more life? That you can eat all the oats you want, as there will be one less brother to share them with, once I am gone? Could this brotherly love I feel for you possibly give you a greater gift? No, brother, though I love you these oats shall be mine.

>>8928486
No, you may not. Do you perhaps believe oats such as these would ever fill the bottomless pit that is a swine's stomach? You spoke well, brother: the hunger is indeed unfulfillable, indeed inseparable from you, indeed forever. Yet in your foolishness you forget the purpose of these oats, it isn't to end this appetite eternal - as if there was a cure for this craving, save for death! These damnable oats were brought here not to sate but to fatten. What do you suppose will happen to the larger brother? The humans trapped us in a contest to see which animal will receive the questionable honor of joining the humans in an English breakfast first, a race in which your dim, corpulent, oat-obsessed self would appear to have an advantage. Can't you see it is out of love for you that I wish to be victorious, to give you less oats in exchange for more life? That you can eat all the oats you want, as there will be one less brother to share them with, once I am gone? Could this brotherly love I feel for you possibly give you a greater gift? No, brother, though I love you these oats shall be mine.