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Most people already have them as part of their "diet". What's the new idea here? |
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Bad science. So much bad science. Bad! Bad science! |
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"Reason" implies creation, not evolution. |
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//so every plant must be there for a reason// |
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Plants are there to make more plants. |
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Plants are also full of toxins, because they don't want
to be eaten. The history of herbivore evolution is the
history of trying to eat indigestible stuff that wants
to kill you. |
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//people's diets in super small amounts |
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Just send me the tobacco. Just been watching latest Miyazaki and they are puffing away the whole time...gets my vote. |
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Because of centuries of breeding, the raison d'être
of some plants is to be eaten. True especially for
raisons of which I have et my share. |
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"Good evening," it lowed and sat back heavily on its haunches, "I am the main Dish of the Day. May I interest you in the parts of my body?" |
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It harrumphed and gurgled a bit, wriggled its hind quarters in to a more comfortable position and gazed peacefully at them. |
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Its gaze was met by looks of startled bewilderment from Arthur and Trillian, a resigned shrug from Ford Prefect and naked hunger from Zaphod Beeblebrox. |
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"Something off the shoulder perhaps?" suggested the animal, "braised in a white wine sauce?" |
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"Er, your shoulder?" said Arthur in a horrified whisper. |
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"But naturally my shoulder, sir," mooed the animal contentedly, "nobody else's is mine to offer." |
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I would eat the hell out of that cow. Or at least a pound of
flesh. |
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