Tis difficult to know where to begin... Loafers, hast thee no compassion, no love for thine brethren? Thy lack of enthusiasm in assisting a fallen angel, a sister in the Loaf, is incomprehensible... 'twould be sad should ye need a helping hand in future, for none shall be forthcoming.
False idols, mocking the Loaf... why, Loafy child, would thee come into this holy place and fan the flames of disobedience? Thee is hell bent on eternal punishment and damnation, my heart is sorely saddened for thee.
Vanity, and self worship... if thee prefers thy gym to thy Loaf, then so be it, yea, though ours hearts bleed for thee both... when ye are burning in pits of sulphurous acid, do not expect a life raft nor a neutralising solution, for tis thine own headstrong behaviour and stubborn pride that has taken thee there.
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