} Oh, supplicant. Supplicant, supplicant, supplicant. There are so many,
} many wonderful ways to stop you from complaining. I'll just need you
} to sign this waiver first... and this insurance policy... and, waste
} not want not, this organ-donor card.
} "But," you're complaining (see!) now, "you're talking about killing me!"
} Well, yes, supplicant. That's how we'll stop you complaining.
} "But but but but," you continue to complain (sigh), "I technically
} didn't ask how *I* could stop complaining, I asked how *you* do it!"
} Well, supplicant, my dear dear supplicant, it's surprising how many of
} life's minor complaints softly vanish away when you're willing and
} able to kill every single one of the motherfuckers involved with no
} You don't owe the Oracle anything, honestly. Your satisfaction is all
} that matters.
} I'd hate to think you might have any complaints.