May the Pistacho be with you.

Congregate, brothers and sisters, for the Holy Pistacho (not to be mistaken with the other, regular, not holy Pistachios around), in its unlimited Tastiness, has commanded us to live in the pursue of tastiness through quality gaming. If we felt like. I feel like. Do you feel like? Join the group and keep gaming then, brother or sister, for you must aquire all the tastiness you can before returning to the Holy Pistacia Vera in the end of the days. Also, do not trust the clouds. They are evil. But not as much as the floor tiles. Or maybe more. I don't really know, i had to sell my old Evilmeter to pay my rent. Several times. To the same guy. Or were they a bunch of twins? Probably yes. Maybe not. Possibly both. And that's how magnets work. May the Pistacho be with you.