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FCG: YOU FUCKING MORON.

FCG: DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG I'VE BEEN CHOMPING AT THE BIT TO GET YOUR STUPID ASS?

FCG: NOT EVEN WHEN YOU THINK YOU'RE BEING SELF-AWARE, EVEN WHEN YOU HAVE TO ROLEPLAY AS ME TO TRY AND FEIGN SELF-AWARENESS, ARE YOU SELF-AWARE. JESUS CHRIST.

FCG: THINK BEFORE YOU TYPE THIS SHIT OUT, ARE YOU BRAINDEAD?

FCG: "I WAS SO TOXIC THAT MY FRIENDSHIP BROKE THE TIMELINE"

FCG: DO YOU HEAR ANY OF THE SHITDRIVEL THAT COMES OFF OF YOUR SPEECHSTRANDS?

FCG: OBVIOUSLY NOT YOU WOULDN'T BE DOING THIS SHIT OTHERWISE.

FCG: IT WAS GAMZEE.

FCG: EVER NOTICE SINCE JOHN INEXPLICABLY SHOWED UP THAT ONE TIME, GAMZEE WAS TROLLSONA NON GRATA?

FCG: THAT'S SOMETHING YOU COULD NEVER DO, BY THE WAY.

FCG: YOU TRIED SO HARD TO MAKE GAMZEE YOUR BESTIE AGAIN THAT YOU SHACKLED YOURSELF TO HIS PALE QUADRANT.

FCG: YOU COULDN'T PACIFY A DAMN SLEEPING HOPBEAST.

FCG: EVEN AFTER HE BEAT NEPETA TO DEATH.

FCG: NEPETA FUCKING LEIJON, SOMEONE WHO'S NEVER DONE ANYTHING WRONG IN HER WHOLE LIFE.

FCG: AND EQUIUS TOO I GUESS.

FCG: YOU TRIED TO REDEEM HIM.

FCG: AND NOW YOU'RE TRYING THE SAME SHIT WITH JACK.

FCG: AND WORMS HELP YOU, IT'S WORKING.

FCG: WHEN THIS SHIT GOES SOFTFRUIT-SHAPED AND THERE'S MORE KNIVES THAN BLOOD IN THIS TROLL ANDY WARHOL PRINT OF A TOWN.

FCG: YOU'LL KNOW.

FCG: I FUCKING WARNED YOU.

FCG: NO, NOT YET. HE'S PERFECTLY AMICABLE RIGHT NOW.

FCG: NO.

FCG: IT'S A MATTER OF PRINCIPLE NOW.

FCG: AWH, IS THE ICKLE WIGGLER EXPERIENCING THE FIRE AND BRIMSTONE OF BEING ALIVE?

FCG: IS THE DUMBFUCK GRUB-WANNABE LOOKING TO THE FUCKING STARS, TO DIVINE SOME SHITTY SENSE OF HOPE THAT MAYBE YOU'LL KNOW WHAT EVER THE FUCK IS GOING ON?

FCG: GET OVER YOURSELF.

FCG: IT'S 4:13 PM. THE LAWN RINGS ARE FULL.

FCG: BLOOD SKIMS THE VOIDS IN YOUR POROUS CRANIAL PLATES - AND HOW POROUS THEY FUCKING ARE - AS IF GRAZING THE HOLLOW OF A THRESHED STEM. OR AN ABANDONED COCOON.

FCG: A SOUR NOTE IS PRODUCTED. IT'S THE ONE AGITATION PLAYS-

FCG: IT'S NOW 4:15. BETTER GET GOING, SHITHEAD.