Snippet #1133202

"In all fairness, you are partial too. You came into being when the planning began the first time, correct? You were born to correct and build. You can't think any other way. We're all partial." The words rang in Quagmires head like bell, pouring mixed emotions into his being, it was disarming, could he really say that he was partial? "W-well," he stammered and paused for a moment, a mortal can claim to be impartial when they used mathematics as an absolute or the physical laws, but they were Infinitous' invention it was his opinion, in all objectivity he could not say that Cassius' void was any worse, if it weren't for the fact that existence needed a purpose, and that it needed to be perceived by living things to truly exist, it did not however have to make any sense, this made him sweat...he quickly changed the subject the second part of the question even if he wasn't fond of it either.

The obsucrity of his own origins was not something that he liked to think about, but at least it would distract from his being impartial keeping his ego intact. "I have no idea when I came into being, I just remember nothing one moment and then being the next moment...just being, Cassius was there as well as the other stability challenged nitwits, worse still I couldn't get away from them! They were around me, inside me next to me, there was no quantity of space, no 5 inches apart, no mile away!" Quagmire rested his head in one hand, as if he were nursing a big headache, then continued to speak "There were other...things too, that void wasn't like the proper voids we know today because there was no space...You'd get blotches and blobs and things of no color and every color, and they would pop in and out of existence. It might have been a second or a trillion years, but I remember seeing one dot and then another, that's when I had my greatest epiphany, the one life changing thought that gave me purpose! 1 and 1 makes 2!" He had raised his head up in almost a manic expression of joy, thinking back on the first equation he'd ever made. It's then when he realized Danse had began speaking to him, he always talked in what seemed like halved thought-out poems, that abstract and imprecise speech irritated him so much. " "What we have is a hobby that's grown sickly and deficient. As Death, I am just in my decree to end human suffering," he says in a soft tone, bearing an undertone of sympathy. But as the memories of every soul Death has touched, a bitterness hardens in his throat. "Without me" he shouts, "Without ME you punish your defective brats!" Quagmire sighed "I admit I've ran some basic simulations, a third universe without you would fail, I admit it! Are you happy now? But while we are being honest each other why won't you admit that you LOVE LIFE!? Instead of complaining and feeling sorry for yourself? If anything else you'd be bored out of your mind death, with nothing to snuff out." "But enough of this," Quagmire waved his hand in the air as if the conversation was smokey and need clearing. "We're derailing from the subject," he announced, conveniently forgetting who had derailed the subject to begin with. "We're here to talk about humanity now, I've composed a scientific research paper on all the variables in the human race that causes them to do go astray, complete with statistical facts starting from 10,000 years ago to present day, to back up my claims. I've printed out copies for you to read. Should I get them now?