>tfw no qt 3.14 apathetic gf>>11854560"Dawn, if it isn't any trouble, do you mind passing me a copy of that book over there?"
Dawn nods, "Work is never "any trouble" for me, Commander." she gives you the book and then returns to her own investigation, which so far has been amounting to the same results are yours. The Fuhrer sure doesn't play around when it comes to hiding things.
As you open the book, you notice that a bookmark has been left on it by Drifler himself, is his ego so inflated that he has the gaul to read to his own book? What does he do with it? Lavish it as the ideology of the millennium?
You turn to the page that he has left the bookmark on. Perhaps there's some sort of clue in here..
>MEIN SMOGON, CHAPTER 42 - "Literacy for the Damned".>TRANSLATION OFFERED BY: Babby's First Translator>Before my aides come to my attention for another stroll throughout the perfect neighborhood, there is something that I must address to, and that I feel should be known to the commons of the Furt.>Of all the people in the world, it is without a doubt that the most feeble, most pathetically weak people in existence are those without a shred of intelligence flowing through their veins. In my eyes, I see a sight which I view frequently as I trudge down the streets. It is the Probos, with their big noses, idiotic Mr. Rock-tato Head faces, and overall cheap and friendly demeanor. Such people who don't have the nerve to fight, who would rather count pennies all day then push back, is irritating for me to take in.>Obvious. It is obvious that the Probos are an unintelligent species not unlike most living beings, they are the kind of self-centered, entitled, egotistical hellraisers that cause me to scowl the moment I hear any of them having a jolly good time. Wherever I look, wherever I go, I see them constantly. There's just no end to their existence, so it is my goal to ensure that they're all to be wiped out. 