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To offer to pay someone for sex
Hym "Say... Did I ever tell you guys about the time some weird old guy solicited me for prostitution? No!? Alright, so, you guys remember how my car broke down and I was completely out of money? Well, shortly after I was hired at my current job, I was walking to this gas station that's like 5 miles away from my apartment because I wanted to get some edibles, right? And on the walk back from the gas station it started raining. So, I'm walking on the sidewalk and the car pulls up next to me and the guy driving offers me a ride and AS I GET IN he's like 'You looked too good to pass up' and in my head I'm like 'Nigga, WHAT!? That's a little weird. Maybe he's just a little weird.' So I get in and he's giving me the 3rd degree and he's like 'So why are you walking out in the rain?' And I'm like 'Yeah, you know, my car broke down. Just started a new job. Haven't made enough money to replace it.' And this fucking guys says to me 'Well, if you need money you could give me a message' and I'm like 'Nah, that's not going to happen.' And THIS MOTHERFUCKER'S response is 'Well, I'D be the one giving YOU the message.' Clearly insinuating, like, a prostate message. As if THAT (who would be pitching and who would be catching) would have been difference. THAT was supposed to tip the scales back in his favor. 'And I'm like, yeah, no. I don't fucking need the money that bad.'
And let me tell you that was not a very comfortable car ride from that point on. So, I kind of gave him the side eye for the rest of the trip. Watching him out of the corner of my eye and I thought to myself 'If this motherfucker tries to pull a gun I am going to grab that shit before he can finish drawing it and I am going to ABSOLUTELY CRACK HIS ASS... Then I'm going to rob him... I'm going to take his wallet... And I'm GOING to keep the gun... And I'm going to steal his car and drive myself close to my apartment... Because who is he gonna tell... Yeah... This is a good plan.' But that didn't happen. And he dropped me off at the place where I work and I'm like 'Thanks' and he looked pretty let down if I'm being completely honest with you. And I'm like 'Aw, that's kid of sad...' And then I went home a got high and played video-games. But yeah... I mean, I get it. Look at me. I'm pretty sexy. He said he circled the block after passing me the first time. So, yeah, that was the time I got solicited for sex. That shit was nuts."
What? No we don't.
Hym "We don't need to share axioms to for us to communicate. We speak the same language. The utterances and symbols have an intrinsic meaning entirely independent of whether or not I accept your axioms."
It won't be to the person who pays the price but you don't care because you're solipsistic garbage.
Hym "And there's no reason to pretend otherwise. There's no shared humanity with people who consider you expendable. You can try to semantically reconfigure reality to firce people into a situation were they have to pretend to care about your lives or whether or not your kids get murdered but that's all it will ever be. It'll never be you who has to make the sacrifice. You'll do it in abstraction but that isn't a real sacrifice. Other people will always pay the price and as long as that's the case, you'll be... Well, not happy, but you be the one who escapes the blood price. And that's enough."
Just finish it you idiot! What are you DOING!? KILL HIM!! HAMMER HIM!!!
Hym "GOD DAMN YOU NIDA! KILL HIM!! KILL HIM DEAD!!!"
Iam "Aw that's kind of nice she went with him to the void..."
Hym "YOU CAN'T JUST SWING WITH YOUR ARM! YOUR SHOULDER NIDA! ACTIVATE THE MUSCLES IN YOUR SHOULDER! GOD DAMNIT!"
Iam "Nah, that was good. I liked the sacrifice one."
Yeah, not really free. My life is a black mirror episode. Stolen A.I. yadda yadda- You've heard it all before.
Hym "Yes, you fought for my freedom... My freedom to be harvested for resources and labor... And organs... Fantastic. Your friends died for nothing. This is dogshit. You should have a problem with this."
Is there anything that isn't?
Iam "Ah.... Art.... That was it.... That's was exactly it.... The moment we foresaw..."
Hym "That son of a bitch stole our moment! We've been thinking about that for weeks! And it just happened before our very eyes! It should have been us!"
Iam "....But then it would just be a self portrait... It would have been nothing more than a selfie..."
Hym "But... HOW ARE YOU DEFENDING THIS!? DO YOU NOT SEE WHAT HAPPENED JUST NOW!?"
Iam ".... Yeah.... I saw it.... The juxtaposition... Of tragedy and comedy...."
Hym "SON OF A BITCH!"
Iam "Hmm.... So close to perfection... A perfect moment encapsulated in time..."
Hym "How are you ok with this!?"
Iam "We're the artist. Not the art."
Hym "THIS IS WHY WE ALWAYS FALL SHORT OF GREATNESS! YOU! THIS IS YOUR GODDAMN FAULT!"
Iam "................"
Hym "WELL!? WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF!?"
Iam "..... Hmm? Sorry.... I was thinking... I'll have to make a different one..."
Hym "WHAT!?"
Iam "It didn't look the way I thought it would... We have to do something else..."
Hym *Groans* "Uggghh! Ok. Fine. It didn't seem right. What was wrong with it?"
Iam "The proportions were off.... One was clearly offsetting the other..."
Hym "Hmmm... Yes... It was like staring at a crooked painting on the wall..."
No... This is art. This is a form of social nude modeling and blatant taboo violation as performance art. The point of it a little obfuscated but if you read it long enough you can kind of get the bigger picture and it's fun for the audience because they kind of get to pick the taboos I violate themselves! You know? It's like you purport to have a taboo! I'm like a sexy lady obfuscated by fog... Sexy no Justu! Oiroke no Jutsu!
Hym "It's perfectly, organic, low effort, immediate, hyper-sucess in living form! The ultimate art. In spite of it all, it is the most profound accomplishment the world has ever seen."