Tried lots of the usual , soaps , sponges , magic erasers . Nothing seems to work . <| sep |> They don ' t have to live on a reservation . That is their choice . I know plenty of indians who don ' t live on reservations . <| sep |> Kids at 20 ? Helllll no . Anytime I get asked why I ' m single , I just shrug , lol . Some people just have a hard time meeting other people . What else can I say ? <| sep |> Cars don ' t fly ! <| sep |> Maybe I misworded things . Someone making fun of you for something that you ' re trying to change is really no better than them making fun of you for something you aren ' t . Neither should be made such a big deal out of , though . <| sep |> Kurze is not at the table , he has been sent to bed without supper . The muffled sounds of Linkin Park can be heard blasting from upstairs . Dorn and Perturabo sit on opposite sides of the table building mashed potato forts and flinging peas at each other . Lorgar is trying , and failing , to get everybody to join him in saying grace . Nobody knows where Alpharius is . Sanguinius is dabbing at the corners of his mouth with a napkin after every bite . Horus , at the far end of the table , is sitting with his head resting on his interwoven fingers , glowering at everybody . Mortarion is eating from a tupperware container he brought to the table . Nobody dares ask what is inside . Vulkan is taking a lighter to his turkey to burn it to a crisp before he can eat it . Fulgrim is too busy watching himself in the reflection of Ferrus Manus ' hands to eat . Magnus is reading a book while eating , while Russ sits beside him accidentally bumping his arm every time he goes to pick something up . Guiliman is talking about politics to anybody within earshot , all of whom ignore him . Angron is having a little bit too much fun carving the turkey . Khan is playing with his food , complete with making sound effects under his breath . Corax screams and jumps up from the table when he finds Alpharius hiding in his cranberry sauce . The Lion is on his phone under the table . Emps sits at the head of the table , pinching the bridge of his nose and looking regretful . Malcador sits next to him , silently eating his food and pretending not to notice the smoke rising from Emps ' ears .