I regard them as seven deadly boss battles which grant me monetary wealth and experience points upon completion of their demise.
I regard them as seven deadly boss battles which grant me monetary wealth and experience points upon completion of their demise.
Probably Lust and Pride.
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When I grow up, I want to go toBovineTrump University! - Ralph Wiggum
Aside from Lust, I would also be guilty of Sloth (because I procrastinate and I'm often unmotivated to do more than is passable) and Envy. FYI, Gluttony isn't simply eating, it's consuming which implies taking needlessly or wasting things others may find valuable. Also, unless you're willingly living your life as a slave under someone else's thumb, content to lick the crap off their feet, you have pride. Everyone does. It's pride that feeds into envy, that feeling that we should have something someone else has, that question of why don't we deserve it.
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.