CIP: logic has nothing to do with what's right or wrong

CSG: W h a t

CSG: Hold on~jazzhands~

CSG: I'm offended

CSG: Shut up

CSG: I'm offended.

CSG: So I'm in the right

CIP: only my feelings as an opressed transdrogynous genderqueer panethnic homestuck troll/sentient universe/naruto character

CIP: and for the record, I did see someone label themselves as 'transdrogynous genderqueer' today

CSG: my feelings as a transbilingualprotonecrophiliac are more important

CAM: you triggered me so hard my neko!george bush headmate took over

CSG: My Tapir spirit animal is now in charge~jazzhands~

CSG: I'm very hungry for fruit

CAM: *licks paw*

IP: we're like a small group of internet bros

IP: you're free to come in and become awesome too

GN: it's like

GN: there's a room

GN: and on the door it says

GN: BROS ONLY

GN: but the door is ajar

  IP: and there's a faint smell

IP: of putrefaction

IP: some unknown liquid seeps from the entrance

IP: did you hear something?

IP: you take a step forward.

IP: the another.

IP: the voices become louder, clearer

IP: Your hand approaches a beckoning knob

IP: and you push the door open

IP: complete darkness.

  GN: also i swear to god ip

GN: if this is a knob joke

IP: what no

IP: doorknob, okay??? doorknob

IP: not like

IP: agknob

IP: ok ANYWAYS.

  IP: DARKNESS.

IP: you wonder why you're even doing this.

IP: you clearly don't want to know what's going on

IP: that light from whence you came slowly grows dimmer

IP: and the noises

IP: noises of pain. voices of sadness.

IP: voices of despair and emptiness and death.

IP: and then suddenly

IP: one voice starts to become distinct

IP: it's growing louder now

IP: closer

IP: it's singing.

IP: oh, what a beautiful light

IP: it's closer.

IP: it's LOUDER

IP: IT'S....

IP: HEMAN