rose: Well.

rose: Look at you,

rose: carving a place in the world for yourself

rose: working tirelessly to be useful.

rose: I’m sure this all bequeaths a sense of accomplishment for you, you are cultivating within your realm, your radius. Look at all this verdant splendour. Certainly a sight to behold.

rose: None other can boast a hardworking lifestyle in the shadow of your tedium.

rose: But for what,

rose: an opulent display of waste. A vain show of outdated and unnecessary norms imprinted upon us by our forebearers, equally thoughtless and utterly concieted.

rose: You’re a symbol of gluttony, the sin in its truest sense. Consumption without regard to others, tossing what precious little we have to the dirt.

rose: I would rip you from this earth if not for the little restraint I have.

the lawn sprinkler she’s talking to: CHK CHK CHK CHK CHK FSSSSSSSHHHHH