SKREEEEEEEEEEEE. CLANK CLANK. E!!!!
HOLY SHIT.
NO FUCKING WAY.
yoooo, crabgramps!!!!!!!! 8D what's up big guy!!!! my crabdad talks about you all the time, dude! 8J
haha, clank clank! um, lemme get him, he might understand you. he says "OH MY GOD. *HE'S* ON YOUR WEIRD MULTIVERSE APP??? FUCK. I DID NOT SIGN UP FOR AN INSANE NOSTALGIA/GUILT TRIP THIS MORNING BUT I SHOULD HONESTLY EXPECT NO LESS. IT'S HONESTLY FAR FROM THE MOST TORMENT THIS LITTLE MONKEY HAS GIVEN ME OVER THE YEARS. FUCK, I MEAN SWEEPS. HI, CRABDAD, AS YOU CAN TELL I HAVE GONE SHAMEFULLY NATIVE ON THIS DISGUSTING ALIEN PLANET. I'VE EVEN SHACKED UP WITH TWO OF ITS MAMMALIAN NATIVES AND HELPED THEM RAISE THEIR THANKFULLY ECTOBIOLOGICAL SPAWN. SERIOUSLY, IF THEY HAD MADE THIS THE NATURAL WAY, I WOULDN'T EVEN BE ABLE TO LOOK AT IT WITHOUT VOIDING MY STOMACH. ANYWAY. I'M HUNGRY TOO, IF I WEREN'T AN ENTIRE UNIVERSE-CARCASS AWAY TYPING IMPOTENTLY ON MY DAUGHTER'S GLITTER-INFESTED PALMHUSK I'D GET YOU SOME OF THE GOOD MEAT FROM THE THERMAL HULL."
oh and now "ALSO, I'M SORRY I LET YOU DIE. I'VE SORT OF ACCEPTED THAT IT'S JUST A CRUEL PART OF THE GREAT GAME TO SEPARATE PLAYERS FROM THEIR GUARDIANS, BUT ON A MORE PERSONAL LEVEL IT WAS ME WHO MADE THE SERIES OF IDIOTIC DECISIONS THAT LED TO YOUR DEATH, FIRST AS FLESH AND BLOOD AND THEN AS A SPRITE. I STILL MISS YOU SOMETIMES. I'M 23 SWEEPS NOW AND I STILL MISS MY GODDAMNED LUSUS. I HOPE YOU'RE EATING FERMENTED FISH BY THE GODDAMN POUND WHEREVER YOU ARE." d'aww 8)
RAAAAAA AAAA!!!!!! SKREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CLANK. SKREEEEEEEEEEE.
CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK. SKREEEEEEEEEEEEE... SKREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! SKREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, RA AA AAAAAA, SKREEE. SKREEEEEEEEEE.