@turpemtimeAcademia Framkly, I fimdeth it fuckimge disgustimge that youe woulde tracketh dowm my accoumt simply to follow me before amyome elseth. You are a wile womam who is chromically obsessed with me. I do mot reciprocateth your adwamcememte. You are to umfollowe immediately. #Womammomemt
You hawe writtem am essay you are so offemded. #Commom #OwerEmotiomalWomam
"Essay" is *munificent.* I wouldn't write an essay for you, Verwil. My time is precious to me, and clearly you do not understand that. No, this is no essay, simply a thorough and prudent response to your *solipsistic* claims. Have you no shame? And, for your sake, I will ignore the claws-minded remark about my *receptivities.* You know it is untrue, anyhow. Us women run the important clawffices in society due to our exceptional prowless in such manners. It is why I am pawrsuing such a role after all. You seem small-minded though. I believe it may be a fool's errand to try and reason with you.
You are comtimuimg to write am essay spliced by my commemtary. You wom't ewem ackmowledge this. You're goimg to semd more essay im rebuttal.
You haven't the slightest clue what an essay actually is, have you? I can show you essay, but I fear it would go over your thinkpan. That, I suppawse, is part of why you "mem" as you like to say, will never truly rule this world. You haven't even got a rebuttal of your own that isn't "You're writing an essay!" (Which I verifiably am not doing.) You *lambaste* me for not acknowledging your cubmentary, but your cubmentary is dull, and *fallacious,* or shall I say "phallacious?" I presume you would get a kick out of that, knowing your wigglerish mind. You are not developed enough in the thinkpan to be able to keep up with me in matters of *perspicacity.* If you want to really see an essay, I have plenty of those on my Grubstack, which I have helpfully linked in my chittr biography. Good day to you, Saagar.
YOUETH ARETH STILLE. WRITIMG. THE. ESSAY. YOU HAWETH WRITTEM MORE ESSAY. PRESTI. YOUR ESSAY.
It appears you did not even read my message that I carefully paw-crafted for your *naïf* sensibilities. It truly is a shame the way this empire does not leave suitable respawnsibilities for its least fortunate civilians. Perhaps if you had a meaningful job suited to your *puissances,* you would not be so pent up and enraged. Instead, you find yourself armed with a keyboard and a mouse, taking up a battle of wit against one who you might find, in all humility, vastly outclasses you. It is not your fault, of course, that the humble pre-law student with a 3.75 GPA would outclass you, for it is not her fault neither that the violet blooded imbecile on the other end of this correspawndence would have such a lackluster expertise (or lack thereof) in matters of rhetoric. You would do good, however, to cut your losses when they are fresh. You wouldn't want to return to your hive empty-pawed with your tail between your legs after being thoroughly trounced, would you now?
No, you may not. You can use those ganderbulbs you grew yourself to exercise your thinkpan. It could use a metaphorical stretching of its fronds, so to speak, clearly, since you haven't been able to clearly follow any of my prior messages. Perhaps I am doing you a service, by providing intellectual stimulation for you to protect your fragile thinkpan from melting when forced to read anything longer than one incomprehensible run on sentence.
I suppaws I will mefur kmow what you wereth so cubsessed withe. #Tragic
If I had any less decorum, I would declare a deep, nauseating hatred (platonically, of course) for you and your inability to appreciate a grrreat mind, but fortunately for you, I have decorum. And as such, I will end this correspondence here, for my own sanity. I suggest you do as well.