001002003004005006007008009010

When you are EXTREMELY bored and decide to type out this series of numbers because you have all of the time in the world... even though you KNOW that it serves no purpose apart from a dramatisation of your boredom, or perhaps to flex...

George's mother: "Hey, George, what are you typing? Please don't let it be a certain pair of uncanny numbers..."
looks at screen, containing 001002003004005006007008009010, the pinnacle of unrefined boredom
"George... I have no words except this..."
"What, Mom?" George tentatively replied.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH YOUR LIFE?!"

001002003004005006007008009010 by Gojo D. Satoru April 30, 2026