A human being

A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.

And hax an anus.

Is that your way of saying you're not a human being?

>>2
Agreed. In fact I think that a human being should be able to hax an anus, and that is enough. All that other shit is for untermensch slaves.

A human being
should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog,
0/3
conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet,
0/6
balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone,
1/10
comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate,
1/14
act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem,
4/17
pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.
5/22.

I'm 22% of human and 0% of care to become one

>>1
I would like to see an insect whose specialization is dying gallantly.

>>6
Bee. Also butterflies

>>5
can't give or take orders or cooperate, only skills are math/programming and acting alone
AUTISM ALERT: #CODE RED

>>8
AUTISM ALERT: `HAX MY ANUS

Anonymous quickly slid his copy of the D&D monster manual between his Algebra and bio books and closed his locker door. If he was to survive the afternoon he would have to move quickly. He pulled up his hood, trying to look inconspicuous, and turned around, only to come face to face with the flawless white tabard of the captain of the paladins.
"WHITHER GOEST THOU, KNAVE?!" he demanded, his voice loud despite the muffling of his visored greathelm. "I was just getting my books, leave me alone." said Anonymous. He felt the hairs rising on the back of his neck; the armored bulk of the members of the Paladin squad blocked the hallway entirely.
"I POSTED AN EDICT BANNING YOU FROM THIS CORRIDOR, KNAVE!" The captain roared. His lieutenant looked up from his breviary and addressed no one in particular:
"METHINKS THE HERETIC LOOKS TO BE SMOTE!"
"NOoooo!" cried Anonymous, dodging away from the tightening circle of paladins. "Leave me alooone!" he yelled as he ran toward the stairway for all he was worth, the clanking of plates against chainmail close behind him.
"SMITE! SMITE! SMITE!" The cry echoed from the concrete walls.
'Somebody heeellllp!" he cried as the paladins lifted him bodily across the school courtyard. At their captain's encouragement they broke into a run.
"SMITE! SMITE! SMITE!" the paladins let anonymous go on the upswing, and for a brief second he was weightless, coasting through the air, until he landed with a squishy thud in the fetid darkness of the cafeteria dumpster.
"THY WILL BE DONE OH LORD," the paladins intoned as they slammed the lid.
Anonymous waited until their hymns of triumph faded in the distance before dragging himself clumsily out, shaking, stained and stinking. He felt he could burst into tears any second, but the varsity cheerwenches were there, giggling at his discomfiture.