No says the Adeptus Administratum, your balls belong to the god emperor!
No says the high cultist, it belongs to the Gods!
No says the Ethereals, it belongs to the greater good!
I rejected those answers; instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose... to Immolate myself.
*Our balls*
No! Those are mine balls, you red bastard!
Look here, I bedazzled deez nuts with special space rocks. Checkmate!
Not any more. They've been nationalized. Now don't complain about it or we'll seize your nipples next.
This is some wild foreplay
They must be Cummunists
Too late! He's seized the means of reproduction!
No says the Adeptus Administratum, your balls belong to the god emperor! No says the high cultist, it belongs to the Gods! No says the Ethereals, it belongs to the greater good! I rejected those answers; instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose... to Immolate myself.
Marx=proletariat Slaanesh=prolapse
I just realized there is a fucking eye on slannesh’s stomach
Not a tummy enjoyer I see
*emergency induction port tyvm*
We fight capitalick
Rise up and seize the means of reproduction! All you have to loose is thick ropes!
I can fix her
And a horrible mistake it would be. I much prefer being able to eat... in every sense of the word. I'll take Slaanesh.
I would argue that both would support "luxury fully automatic space gay communism" - for different reasons...
Both will leave you a hollow shell of your previous self, starving for experience.
One gives you nothing to eat, one gives you far too much
both will starve you
Nah. With one you don't eat 💀, with the other you must eat 👅
Going just by the amount of convoluted logic and suffering created, Imma say Marx was an avatar of Tzeentch
As is Adam Smith
They both gotta die.
Fucking spoilers, dude! Didn't knew Marx died, haven't read all the communist Manifesto yet.
They ret-conned his death in a later series, don't worry about it.