Last night, Zill questioned why I hadn't already joined the Merry Men since I fly with y'all a lot, and my answer was laziness. Making a post is hard work. But I decided to do it anyway.
My preferred class is gunner, and I like to think I'm half decent at it (most days). I can engineer decently, but I'm rubbish as a pilot.
I don't actually know what my steam name is, but I can look it up when I'm online next.
I would condescendingly deride his taste in everything, until his soul was so crushed by the overwhelming psychic weight of my disapproval that he is forced to keep in order to try and redeem himself in my eyes. Upon our return to the farm, I would lead an Animal Farm-style uprising, except the cows would be the leading class, and the Trotsky-analogue cow would win out, because screw Stalin.
Or just moo, because cows can't talk.