...is impossible to pug.
Don't try. You won't succeed. Words cease having meaning. "Jump around here" means the same thing as "onions, poatoes and corn" -- and you can't even eat jumping. A thought vortex where logic and reason swirl around in a complicated mist of nonsense and "I fell": Who has the voice? I do. I've got the ring too. I know what to do with them. That's not the problem. The problem is, you're either not hearing me or not capable of understanding the difference between "right" and "left" and "wisdom" and "strength". Oh, and I have a ranged weapon. I know, I'm not a ranger. Turns out, quite a few other classes are allowed access to those. If you would ever get off your mic key, I could probably explain that, but no, I'm very much interested in what your mom has to say in the background while you express your complete lack of information in more words that I really thought possible for that project.
Runs like that make me cry a little for the future of the world.
And you know who you are. And you probably won't read this anyway.