I’M SO TEMPTED TO RIGHT NOW, BUT—
FUCK YOU THAT WAS EIGHT SHOUT POLES. I’M NOT FALLING INTO ANYTHING SUGGESTED BY A SPIDERBITCH.
I’M SO TEMPTED TO RIGHT NOW, BUT—
FUCK YOU THAT WAS EIGHT SHOUT POLES. I’M NOT FALLING INTO ANYTHING SUGGESTED BY A SPIDERBITCH.

OH GOD. OH MAN. WHAT.

WHO THE HOLY DUMBFUCK PLUGGED THAT BACK IN?
SHUT UP GAMZEE, ONLY BLACK SCREENS NOW.

EITHER RESULT ENDS UP IN ME MORE PISSED OFF THAN I WAS AT THE START.
THE LAST OPTION YOU GAVE ME NEVER FUCKING HAPPENS. THAT IS JUST NOT EVEN A THING TO BE CONSIDERED.

BLUH. THERE. NOW I’M A HUGE FUCKING TOOL FOR USING ALL THOSE JOKES AND DRESSING IRONICALLY, JUST LIKE YOU. I HOPE YOU DIE IN A FIRE. A SMUPPET FIRE.

I’VE MOVED PASSED THAT. I MEAN, SOMETIMES HE MANAGES TO MAKE ME RELAPSE INTO PURE HATRED WITH THE SHEER STUPIDITY THAT OOZES FROM EVERY ORIFICE ON HIS GROSS PINK BODY, BUT MOSTLY I’M PASSED IT.
MOSTLY.
IT’S COMPLICATED.