Tell that to the people whose insides become outsides as a result of your lofty words.

Because they aren’t interested in the flowers, they’re interested in how they look with the flowers all around them. It’s a selfish act for vain individuals.

I think we can assume that this is spring/early summer, but yeah - you aren’t wrong. I can’t see myself enjoying grass between my toes if I have to shove my bare feet through a meter of snow.

Very common, at least here in California, for there to be nice blooms of flowers that people decide to obliterate so they can take pictures for social media. By the time the 80th troglodyte traipses through the flowers, they’ve ruined it for everyone else that might enjoy them - and the flowers are fucked.

I can almost guarantee that this is the point of the comic. The only other interpretation I’ve seen that I can accept is that it’s actually about the grass between your toes, which some people dislike.

I mean, I like the feeling of grass between my toes.

Few people understand why I glare them after obliterating a perfectly nice patch of flowers.

Ghosts of Sushi Mama is basically Assassins Creed in Japan.

It means shake my hand, you’re welcome

Idk, but the largest Cybertruck weighs 12 lbs less than an F-150.

If people can’t? Don’t you mean can? Or is this a ‘bias checker is biased’ circumstance?