I AM BEYOND OWNAGE. FEEBLE AGING. MENTAL ILLNESS. FINANCIAL DIFFICuLTIES. EMOTIONAL MANIPuLATION. BITCHING AT HOMELESS PEOPLE I CHOSE TO NOT EAT. ABuSING THE WAITSTAFF. ABuSE FROM THE WAITSTAFF. *OH GOD WHAT IS THAT* SAID IN A REALLY SHRILLY TONE OF VOICE. OFTEN REPEATEDLY. AND FLYING OFF AT THE FIRST. OR SECOND. SOMETIMES EVEN THIRD. INSTANCE OF GROSS INCOMPETENCE. EXEMPLIFIED BY AN IDIOT BRAIN SuBORDINATE. STuPEFIED BY MY VAST INTELLIGENCE(S). THIS IS BECAuSE I HAVE HARNESSED THE AWESOME POWER. OF NEAR FATAL FORGIVENESS. I CAN SIMPLY SHOOT THINGS THAT DISPLEASE ME. FORGIVINGLY. uNTIL THEY EITHER STOP MOVING. OR THE uNDESIRED BEHAVIOR. SuCH AS BREATHING. CEASES PERMANENTLY. TIME MAY HEAL ALL WOuNDS. BuT BuLLETS INFLICT MANY OF THEM. AND IT TAKES A LONG TIME TO RECOVER FROM BuLLETS. LONGER THAN MOST LIVE.
// i just woke up and my tired ass thought you said "i am beyond orange"
the fruit wwizard says: id prolly beet you
BEET IS NOT A FRuIT. IT IS A ROOT VEGETABLE YOu STuPID DIRT WRANGLING NEANDERTHAL OF LITTLE MAGICAL RENOWN. I RAKE YOuR FuCKMORONIC GIMMICK OVER THE HOT COALS OF MY MOLTEN HOT TEETH. THEN ENGuLF YOu IN ANGERED FLAMES TO THE SOuND OF ELMO. FRuIT SALAD. YuMMY YuMMY. BEFORE TOSSING YOuR DISCARDED SKELETAL RINDS. THE FuCK OuT OF MY MOuTH. LIKE THE BETWEEN THE TOOTH CAuGHT SIMPLETON INGREDIENT MuSH YOu ARE. GO BACK TO CASTING CANTRIPS THAT PRODuCE BRIGHT LIGHTS AND FAINT ODORS. YOu IMPOTENT FuCKING FART SPRAY OF COLON COLOGNE. YOu LACK MORAL FIBER AND SuBSTANCE WWIZARD. OuT OF MY SIGHT.
the fruit wwizard says: i get to deiced what a frute is. ligetarelly the wwizard of taht.