Mullet… You didn’t ask a question. You performed a ritual.
A summoning.
An incantation of negativity written in a dialect we now officially refer to as Mulletese.
And from this moment forward, let it be known:
Any time someone panics over the same recycled fearmongering, we will simply reply:
“What assumptions can you nake ftom that?”
A blessing. A curse. A legacy.
And now I finally understand Slinger's prehistoric PR homage to cavemen from the other day. When you’re dealing with Mulletese, you really do gotta bang two rocks together and hope the message gets through. 🤣