This post has no conclusion

I guess my problem is that all of these classes seek CONCLUSIONS from their students. You have to grade them on SOMETHING, after all.

But I have no conclusions. For ANYTHING. Ever. The closest I've come are my theories here, but those are really just possibilites, or musings.

I'm gonna need to come up with a conclusion for my MGS2 paper. But I don't know where I'm going. MGS2 is full of things. Things that relate to other things. Neat things. But what of it? Why should anyone care? Why should I care about homosexual culture in Buffy the Vampire Slayer? Why should I care that anyone cares?

Why is anything anything?

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Roddy MacStew: You'll never get away with it, Guitierrez!
Armando Guitierrez: Get away with what? I haven't said anything yet.
Roddy: You're right. Sorry. I jumped the gun. My fault.
Guitierrez: I plan on eliminating both of you.
Roddy: You'll never get away with it Guitierrez!

Guitierrez: Power, my dear good friend, Roddy MacStew. Ultimate power! I shall transform myself into a superhuman capable of doing anything! Yes, won't that be neato?! How is the flaw activated?
Roddy: Nay. I can't tell ya.
Guitierrez: But you will, won't you?
Dexter Douglas: I can't! I don't know! It was a mistake! The cat did it by accident!
Guitierrez: ... Well?
Mr. Chubbikins: Meow.
Guitierrez: What does that mean? "Meow"? Bring the animal psychologist in.
Femmey animal psychologist enters
Guitierrez: Ask the kitty how he activated the flaw.
Psychologist: Meow meow meow?
Mr. Chubbikins: Meow, meow.
Psychologist: Meow?
Mr. Chubbikins: Meow, meow.
Psychologist: He says he's very sad.
Guitierrez: ... Oh, go away.

Guitierrez: Revenge is a dish best served with pinto beans and muffins!

Goliath, supposedly: Then later, in the Great Time of Leanness, my race was driven forth onto the Plain of Vastness, where Bylothgar the Ill-postured was made King of the People With No Name But Decent Footwear.
Freakazoid: Listen, I'm trying to work. If you quit talking, I'll give ya a Pez dispenser.

President Clinton: How bad is the situation, General Odin?
General Odin (wearing an eye-patch): Well, it's hard to know, sir. The pilot just bailed.

Freakazoid tries to use his jetpack to escape a vortex
Freakazoid: I know this looks bad, but I think I'm gonna escape.
Freakazoid is sucked into the vortex
Freakazoid: I'm wrong!

Freakazoid: Hey, what is this place?
Freakazoid takes out binoculars
Freakazoid: Palm trees. Hula girls! Pineapples. Hula girls! Surfboards. Hula girls! Hula girls! Hula girls! Of course! It all adds up! I've somehow landed in NORWAY!

Freakazoid: Somehow I've gone back in time. I'm in Hawaii. It's the 1940s! All men wear hats!!