Ok Lemmings look, I love life and I love my family, so I’d hate to have to blow my fucking brains out. So what’s another strategy for tuning out this incessant lava chicken?
Alternatively, does anyone have a time machine and enough money to convince Jack Black to not do the Minecraft movie?
The suggestion and response are both meant humorously. It clearly isn’t actually a good answer because it doesn’t actually solve the problem, except in some passive-agressive far-off-in-the-future way.
Ah that’s on me missing the clue then, apologies. Though in my defense, there are parents that do stuff like this.