The world was a largest, flattest plain of endless possibility and you kept on choosing to become a mammal. Millions of years of trial-and-erroring those organs to keep the outside outside. Fine-tuning the machine of adapting to circumstances to get that mammary gland up and running as soon as possible.

Any aspirations? It’s already decided for you. It’s mammary glands. You get fucking mammary glands. To do what exactly?

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