Rusty, the only thing you proved is that you didn’t understand the metaphor, which tracks, subtlety dies the moment you enter the thread. A melted cassette doesn’t play, exactly, and that’s the point, Penisfish isn’t responding, she’s malfunctioning in public, spasming out the same line because there’s nothing left in the tank.
You calling me a pig smelling of camel piss is adorable, though, it’s the kind of insult people reach for when their brain trips over the first step and face‑plants into the dirt. Meanwhile, I’m still here, untouched, watching both of you combust under the weight of your own confusion.