That pane doesn't actually matter*, it's a shield to stop people from fucking with the middle and outer panes.
The outer pane takes the full brunt of the cabin pressure.
You'll see a tiny hole on the middle pane (evidence of it's inability to withstand pressure cabin pressure). It's job is to 'let' the outer pane take all the pressure, while preventing moisture buildup.
*it matters in a world where people freak out and shout shit like 'I'm telling you right now, that motherfucker is not real!'
For your convenience:
To the town of Agua Fria rode a stranger one fine day. Hardly spoke to folks around him, didn't have too much to say. No one dared to ask his business, no one dared to make a slip. For the stranger there among them had a big iron on his hip. Big iron on his hip.
It was early in the morning when he rode into the town. He came riding from the south side slowly lookin' all around. He's an outlaw loose and running, came the whisper from each lip. And he's here to do some business with the big iron on his hip. Big iron on his hip.
In this town there lived an outlaw by the name of Texas Red. Many men had tried to take him and that many men were dead. He was vicious and a killer though a youth of 24. And the notches on his pistol numbered one and 19 more. One and 19 more.
Now the stranger started talking, made it plain to folks around. Was an Arizona ranger, wouldn't be too long in town. He came here to take an outlaw back alive or maybe dead. And he said it didn't matter he was after Texas Red. After Texas Red.
Wasn't long before the story was relayed to Texas Red. But the outlaw didn't worry men that tried before were dead. 20 men had tried to take him, 20 men had made a slip. 21 would be the ranger with the big iron on his hip. Big iron on his hip.
The morning passed so quickly, it was time for them to meet. It was 20 past 11 when they walked out in the street. Folks were watching from the windows, everybody held their breath. They knew this handsome ranger was about to meet his death. About to meet his death.
There was 40 feet between them when they stopped to make their play. And the swiftness of the ranger is still talked about today. Texas Red had not cleared leather 'fore a bullet fairly ripped. And the ranger's aim was deadly with the big iron on his hip. Big iron on his hip.
It was over in a moment and the folks had gathered round. There before them lay the body of the outlaw on the ground. Oh, he might have went on living but he made one fatal slip. When he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip. Big iron on his hip. Big iron, big iron. When he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip. Big iron on his hip.
Debating what intelligence is, is such a circle-jerk.
The term is so broad, that it encompasses aspects like motivation, memory retention capacity, memory recall rates, differentiates between verbal, spacial and emotional intelligence, and occasionally veers into scientific racism.
It's a fucking shit show. The comment sections of posts about intelligence are generally toxic because people end up talking past each other.
As someone who doesn't use shampoo and has hair which has re-adapted to not having the natural oils stripped out, and doesn't use soap for the same reason, I am confident to say:
** Showers are a good thing. **
Just don't blast your skin with steaming hot water and your skins microbiome and keratin glands will adapt. Being "100% clean" will lead to sweat which stinks because of the heat-resistant bacteria which flourishes (thanks to a less diverse microbiome) and produces bad odour after digesting your sweat.
Sweat itself doesn't have a smell, it's why you don't stink the moment you start sweating.
What OP is doing here is fabricating a satirical story based on these principles.
Flip the context
Everyone knows you win the argument by default when you portray yourself as the chad
Who cares? Bethesda is long past the point of developing a good game.
They could take all the time in the world and it would still be shit because their formula for game development is pathetic.
Epistemology should be taught in primary school.
I mean that unironically. Learning about simple principles like non-contradiction and logical fallacies can help inoculate against so much bullshit.
With AI distorting the internet in every capacity, virtually everyone needs a new norm for evaluating whether their knowledge can be justified.
Back when I was maybe seven years old I went to this kids birthday party. I got him an ant farm with tubes.
Later on when all the kids were playing together in his room without adults, he pulled the roll of clear plastic tubing out of ant farm box, he shoved one end up his ass and then started sucking on the other end.
It's nice to know that he is still alive and tweeting.
I mean, cute in a 2D depiction, with a lot of detail missing, but think of the reality of the situation.
Probably smells like shit, literally. Bathes as frequently as she hunts fish.
Probably has no idea what a toothbrush is, chunks of meat stuck between teeth until the enzymes in her saliva break it down over weeks.
Anatomically incompatible, probably.
Maybe he's autistic like OP
Linux: OK
User: Oh great, I downloaded a virus
Linux: Lol. You should have read the 2000-line python script on github before running it.
Google can suck my fat fucking graphenis