I have no relation to Don Quixote de La Manchaland. Or as I like to call him, Fraud Quixote de La Manchaland. Just to give you an idea of how much I don’t know him. All the overseer bloodfiends, they say “Oh I bet you go to La Manchaland and I bet you automatically connect to the wifi”. This is factually incorrect, Faust does not pay for that kind of data plan and I’ll have you know I don’t even know if Bari has 5g… I don’t know who Bari is… Who is that? No one. No one of concern. Am I not allowed to just go on merry adventures in this wonderful City in the privacy of Mephistopheles in front of my most beloved companions? No, I’m not allowed to do that anymore because I look at my phone and guess what? Don Quixote de La Manchaland hitting me up and adding me to the evil ass bloodfiend group chat for no reason. I don’t even know what that is. I don’t know why I’m there being like “Hey bro, what you up to?” Nothing. I’m not up to anything. I’m trying to be a normal guy just chilling. I’m just chilling. But no here comes the evil ass bloodfiend group chat. Once again, I’m not apart of this. I don’t know what this is. Stop adding me to the evil ass bloodfiend group chat because I have no correlation to that. I have- I don’t know what that is. What’s gonna happen if Outis looks over my shoulder and is like “Bro why is Don Quixote de La Manchaland texting you?” What do I say? Just a joke? That’s not- that’s not- that’s not gonna fly. She knows my password.
