@kdfrawg And all those bacteria that have to find a new home.

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@kdfrawg Life, for instance.

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But the food’s worse.

@kdfrawg Don’t touch any more mechanical things!

@kdfrawg Ouch!

Hope it’s starting to get a little bit less tiring now.

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Found it.

kālosmi lokakṣayakṛt pravṛddho
lokān samāhartum iha pravṛttaḥ
ṛtepi tvāṃ na bhaviṣyanti sarve
yevasthitāḥ pratyanīkeṣu yodhāḥ 11.32

lokakṣayakṛt is the word.

Loka is space, the world.

Monier Williams says:
kshaya, as, m. (for 1. see under 2. kshi last
col.), loss, waste, wane, diminution, destruction, decay
wasting or wearing away; fall (as of prices, opposed to
vṛddhi, e. g. kshayo vṛddhiś ća paṇyānām, the
fall and rise in the price of commodities); removal;
end, termination (e. g. nidrā-kshaya, the end of
sleep; dina-kshaye, at the end of day; jīvita-
kshaye, at the end of life; kshayaṃ yā or gam, to
become less, be diminished, go to destruction, come
to an end, perish); consumption, pthisis pulmonalis;
sickness in general; the destruction of the universe;
(in algebra) a negative quality, a minus. — Kshaya-
kara, as, ī, am, causing destruction or ruin, de-
structive, ruinous, terminating; liberating from ex-
istence. — Kshaya-kāla, as, m. the end of all things,
the period of destruction. — Kshaya-kāsa, as, m. a
consumptive or phthisical cough. — Kshaya-kṛt, t,
t, t, or kshayań-kara, as, ī, am, causing ruin or
loss; destructive. — Kshaya-nāśinī, f. the plant
Celtis Orientalis, = jīvantī (‘removing consump-
tion’). — Kshaya-paksha, as, m. the dark fortnight,
that of the moon's wane. — Kshaya-yukti, is, f. or
kshaya-yoga, as, m. necessity or opportunity of
destroying. — Kshaya-roga, as, m. consumption.
— Kshayarogi-tva, am, n. or kshayarogi-tā, f.
consumption. — Kshaya-rogin, ī, iṇī, i, consumptive.
— Kshaya-vāyu, us, m. the wind that is to blow at [Page0267-a+ 79]
the end of the world. — Kshaya-sampad, t, f. total
loss, ruin, destruction.

So what is the Sanskrit for shatterer?

That’s an impressive terrace!

So cute! Bembo never made it to the groomer because Mr I was worried he’d come home smelling like a synthetic fruit salad.

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