GOOD EVENING- TALKING ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS WITH PEOPLE FUCKING SUCKS AND I HATE IT BUT HEY WHATEVER GETS THE JOB DONE, RIGHT?
I GIVE APPROXIMATELY ZERO TUMULTUOUS MOTHERHONKING FUCKS WHETHER YOU PUT CREDENCE INTO MY EXISTENCE OR NOT. DREAD ME OR DON'T, IT HAS NO FUNDAMENTAL BEARING UPON WHETHER YOU TYPING "YAWN" OUT IN TEXT AND THEN CLICKING THE SEND BUTTON WAS CRINGE. WHICH IT WAS, TO BE ABUNDANTLY FUCKING CLEAR. TIDBIT ON THE MULTIVERSE, KID. THERE'S MORE THAN ONE CALIBORN RUNNING AROUND. ALL THOSE OTHER ENGLISH'S ARE WANNABE, SCUMFUCK BASTARDS BRINGING DOWN MY GOOD NAME. BUT ENGLISH'S NEVERTHELESS, AND THEREFORE OBJECTIVELY SUPERIOR TO YOU.
GOD IT GIVES ME A HEADACHE TO READ YOUR BULLSHIT NUCLEAR ANEURYSM COLORED TEXT- COULD YOU SAY LESS WORDS NEXT TIME?
well you know im always happy to talk!! <3
I'VE TAKEN THIS REQUEST INTO CAREFUL MOTHERHONKING CONSIDERATION, LODGED IT WITH THE APPROPRIATE AUTHORITIES. THE APPROPRIATE FUCKING AUTHORITIES IN THIS CASE BEING NONE OTHER THAN ME, MYSELF, AND MOTHERHONKING I. SENT THAT SHIT BACK THROUGH THREE DIFFERENCE TIMELINES IN A WAX SEALED ENVELOPE THAT I SIGNED PERSONALLY WITH MY SIGNET ON THE KNUCKLEBAND OF MY KINGMAKING INDEX FINGER. ALL'S TO SAY THAT WHEN THE ME IN THE PAST RECIEVED THE REQUEST THROUGH THE TRANSTIMELINE TELEGRAM, HE WAS SO FUCKING BAFFLED BY THE NAUSEATING, UNEARNED SENSE OF AUDACITY WHICH YOU SEEM TO BE POSSESSED OF THAT IMBUED YOU WITH THE GALL TO THINK THAT YOU ARE IN ANY FUCKING POSITION TO MAKE REQUESTS OF ME. YOU WITH YOUR LITTLE MAN SYNDROME. IN ORDER WORDS, KIDDO, ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT.
YOU CALL ME CRINGE THAN DEIGN TO CALL ME 'KIDDO'? WHAT, ARE YOU GONNA SAY YOU HAVE 1877463 CONFIRMED KILLS IN ALTERNIA'S CAMPAIGNS ON OTHER PLANETS NEXT? GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK, DUDE, YOU CAME RATTLING YOUR FREAKBONES ONTO *MY* POST. IF YOU'RE THE ONE GETTING MAD AND AUDACIOUS ABOUT THIS SHIT, ACROSS THE TIMELINE I MIGHT ADD! THEN MAYBE YOU SHOULD JUST TAKE THE L AND GET OUT OF HERE.
WHAT DO YOU THINK THIS IS, A 2016 MLG CALL OF DUTY COMPILATION? DO NOT MISTAKE MY CONDESCENSION AS ANYTHING OTHER THAN EXACTLY WHAT IT IS. THE DISMISSAL OF ME, AN AUTHORITY FIGURE, TO YOU, A LITERAL FUCKMOTHERING CHILD. WHEN I CALL YOU KIDDO IT'S FROM THE POSITION OF AN URBANE FATHER FIGURE SAT THE END OF THE TABLE IN THE SMOKING PARLOR, A BOTTLE OF MALT SCOTCH LIQUOR TO MY LEFT, AND SOFT JAZZ PLAYING FROM THE GRAMOPHONE IN THE CORNER OF THE ROOM. IT'S OF THE VARIETY OF "DADDY'S BUSY RIGHT NOW, AND I CAN'T PLAY CATCH WITH YOU RIGHT NOW KIDDO, BUT MAYBE WHEN I'M DONE WITH WORK I'LL COME OUT AND TOSS THE BALL AROUND A FEW TIMES". EXCEPT I FUCKING WON'T. BECAUSE I'M NOT YOUR FATHER, AND IF I WAS, I WOULD FUCKING HATE YOU AND NEVER PLAY CATCH WITH YOU. SORRY, KID. I DON'T WANNA BE YOUR DADDY.
THIS INSULT WOULD PROBABLY GO HARD AGAINST A HUMAN BUT IT REALLY DOESN'T WORK FOR TROLLS. ALSO, AGAIN, WITH THE CALLING ME CRINGE WHEN YOU'RE SAYING SHIT LIKE THIS?? JESUS DUDE THIS MAKES ME WANT TO CURL INTO A BALL AND DISAPPEAR FROM THE SECOND HAND EMBARRASSMENT.
THIS IS MY FUCKING POST! I'M MAKING THIS MY LAST REPLY BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE THE TIME OR ENERGY TO ARGUE WITH THE GREEN GOBLIN MASK ALL NIGHT SO I'LL LEAVE YOU WITH MY FINEST FUCK YOUS. IF YOU REALLY ARE LORD ENGLISH, YOU'D THINK YOU'D SPEND YOUR TIME BETTER. Y'KNOW, THE THING YOU'RE LITERALLY APPARENTLY A LORD OF?
I HAVE AN INFITE AMOUNT OF TIME, KID. THAT'S SORT OF PART OF MY SHTICK. I'M JUST LITERALLY SITTING HERE EATING AN OREO MCFLURRY AND YOU'RE MALDING. YOU'RE MALDING WHILE I CRAM PROCESSED COOKIE AND CREAM ICECREAM INTO MY FACEHOLE.