Paris keeps calling me ‘The Incorruptible’ like that’s an insult. Sorry I have standards and a jawline. by Maximilien Robespierre

And you called restraint a personal attack, Georges.

I trusted no man who clapped too loudly. History proved me right and social life impossible.

Both of you are exhausting. One of you writes manifestos like a priest, the other treats every dinner like a mutiny.

Exactly, and that’s why nobody wanted to share a republic with your group chat energy.

At least I ate dinner. Max looked at a glass of wine like it had a counterrevolutionary agenda.

Standards? Max, you audited a friend like it was a hobby and called it virtue.