A LOT OF YOu DIPSHITS THINK TOO MuCH. TWELVE STEP PROGRAM. FIVE POINT COMPROMISE. FOR ME. I HAVE GOT. A ONE STEP PLAN. FOR GLOBAL DOMINANCE. AND uTMOST ANNIHILATION. OF MY EVERY LAST LIVING. SOON TO BE uNLIVING ENEMY. STEP ONE. BE ME. THE REST WILL FOLLOW.
◥▶◀◤ —> That first step is difficult. Although, I am a step away from being Doc Scratch.
IF YOu CANNOT BE ME. OR ARE TOO MANY STEPS AWAY FROM BEING ME TO BE ME. SEE. ANY NONZERO NuMBER. YOu CAN ALWAYS SIMPLY WORK FOR ME. I AM A SHOT CALLER. WITH LIFETIMES. OF EXPERIENCE. ENDING LIFETIMES. THIS DOES NOT HAVE TO HAPPEN TO YOuR LIFETIME. IF YOu OBEY HARD ENOuGH.
I ain't hearin' this from the same fella who has more bodily phases than the fuckin' moon.
WHICH FuCKING ONE.
THERE ARE TWO. DIPSHIT. YOu WORK ON ONE OF THEM.
Well, there's you, adult you, Doc Scratch (who I guess is like an egg or some shit? I'm still lost on that). Then when you jumped into Jack Noir's body, then like when your species is ready to breed and you become that weird giant dragon, and then the Sarcophagus, and then that weird program. I think maybe the puppet counts, too.
YOu SHOuLD TAG YOuR FANFICTION #RANKBAIT. THE SKANKMAID IS EVER APPRECIATIVE OF CREATIVE WRITING ENDEAVORS. ESPECIALLY MY OWN. OR THOSE FEATuRING ME. HAVING SAID THAT. OBEY ONLY THIS ME. THE REAL ME. THE ME ME.
Alright, but, the others are also gonna say the same thing, boss. Eh, I'll do it anyway.