| Thunder has been reduced to a static spark, he's wallowing in a puddle of his own, uhh, shame. Yeah, we'll go with shame.
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"I shall think that the sky, the air, earth, colours, shapes, sounds, and all external things are merely the delusions of dreams which a demon of the utmost power and cunning has devised in order to ensnare my judgement." (Descartes, Meditations)
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