Modern day prophet.
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I disagree with you about not disagreeing with you.
We will have to agree to not agree about disagreeing.
We are bork. You will be asininemilated.
So Jonah, a real prophet, made an unconditional statement that didn't come to pass, and somehow mathematics broke in a way that allows you to stay at 100%?
I understand that it was, in fact, conditional... ...but in the way he stated it, it was not. He gave no condition.
Therefore, not 100%. according to the Bible.
No matter what you do X + \frac{Y}{Z} = 42
way to concede
In the vast expanse of the multiverse, there existed a place that no one talked about—mostly because of the smell. It was the 15th dimension, a realm so bizarre that even the bravest explorers refused to venture there without a nose plug and a strong stomach.
You see, the 15th dimension wasn’t like the others. While the 4th dimension dealt with time and the 10th with infinite possibilities, the 15th had somehow become the cosmic dumping ground. Farts from across the galaxy floated aimlessly, creating a foul fog that never dissipated. Rivers of sewage wound through the landscape, with medical waste bobbing along like unwanted party favors.
The locals—bless their simple hearts—were oblivious to the mess. They were a curious bunch, known throughout the multiverse as "Dimensionally Challenged." Their favorite activities included staring at walls, arguing over the proper way to tie shoes, and pondering why the sun was so bright. They spent most of their days bumping into each other, mumbling about the meaning of life while standing knee-deep in trash.
One day, a wise sage from the 14th dimension decided to pay a visit, hoping to bring enlightenment to these poor souls. He arrived with a grand plan to clean up the mess and teach them the ways of the higher dimensions. But as soon as he stepped foot into the 15th dimension, he was met with a putrid gust of wind that sent him reeling.
Gagging, the sage stumbled upon a group of locals debating whether it was faster to walk or roll down a hill. Trying to compose himself, he began to speak of the wonders of knowledge and cleanliness. The locals stared blankly at him, then one of them raised a hand and asked, "But can you teach us how to make the farts louder?"
The sage blinked, his wisdom failing him for the first time. Realizing his efforts were futile, he sighed and returned to his own dimension, leaving the 15th to its peculiar ways.
And so, the 15th dimension remained as it was—full of farts, sewage, medical waste, and idiots. The multiverse agreed it was best to leave it that way. After all, some dimensions are just beyond saving.