#comms ask

Magic word, dude. I don't perform for any asshole that asks. That's what I would say if I was a coward that can't freestyle, by the way. Beatbox for me, loser. Ay, ay Yo, all that Homestuck shit was just an interlude This time we going twofold, since you were so D -- > rood Cry and whine at the screen cause your fave got shafted Never got a proper ending, left y'all half-masted Call me Jesus the way I got this beat-itude, Without me this story's got zero magnitude If we're goin' bar for bar, grab your strife deck Face the wall while your dad and I have sweet, tender sex (ぴょんぴょん) Double Morbius Reacharound? That shit's for babies Lining up paradoxes like gloryholes and giving y'all grand-babies But the grand-baby's also your nan Oh, snap, better call Maury-san "When it comes to MSPA Reader, the baby is you!"

Supposedly, Auto-Responder's a part of me now. Again. When I realized my Ultimate self, all the splinters reunited into a sole being, me. I have no idea if that means every Dirk from every timeline is gone, except me. Does it matter? If he's still out there, he's part sweaty horse troll and loving it. And y'all should be glad he's gone, because he's so much worse than me when it comes to manipulating people for his own gain.

Yeah, because Lord English-- You're all so fucking stupid.

Honestly? Not my thing, but I don't get why Italians get so up in arms about it. Tomato is a fruit too, but that's on nearly every pizza, and that's fine? Bro, being mild-mannered is so hard; I could never be a Maid. Or a Sylph. I fucking hate pineapple on pizza, alright? It's a sacrilegious thing that has no business existing, on the principle that it's too acidic in taste, not because it's a fruit. Italians are right, fuck yo Chicago pizza too.

I will be back, don't miss me too hard. And pull up my zipper when you're done.

Sure, bud, here's your keyboard. (He doesn't know it doesn't actually do anything). A, B, C, wow! Nice going! I'll check on you in a month or two, maybe you'll even know your numbers by then.

What's with the invasive questions? You hear about a part-time ship's captain, full-time immortal god, and your best inquiry is if he's gay? You people have some priorities. And so what if I am? You gonna squawk 7-fag-hundred-00? I don't see the need for an answer to the pressing question of who I like to fuck, unless you need to gossip about it with your fujo buds.

Thanks, buddy. Did they send the first monkey to space today? Is it you? Aw, good job, buddy.