I have about seventeen million of them here, just now, under the ill-advised pile of evergreen pruning I left on our patio for a week while it rained. Write a 50-word or shorter essay on why they’re icky, otherwise I will send you one million, on the presumption that you must really dig them and want them to cuddle.
Notional Slurry
Pontification without all the gritty gravitas
it is axiomatic: all arthropods are icky. Or, to put it rather more oddly, “arthropod(X) implies icky(X)”
And you’ve got a whole buncho arthropod(X).
I apply modus ponens, QED.
One tasty shrimp, though, or one pet hermit crab, and all your crows suddenly might be white.
No no, you misunderstand. My formulae are not derived empirically, they are given. Shrimp cannot be cute or tasty by definition. My logic defines the bounds of my perception, not the other way around.
Yum. Shrimp.