Mun, usually I am quite understanding with you but I have had enough.

For one matter, I am not in the slightest very least remote possible way repressed. [He rolls his 'r' extra hard, because it's important that this is known.] You do not know me as well as you think you do and AH! ah ah! Do not begin with a whole bout on me being in denial because I ought to know myself better than anyone.

For another! The Joker? Really? If a companion of mine is skewered with a fork because of your petty delusions of what might constitute amusement in choosing who I have conversations with, I will be so very cross. You know that song? That disturbingly phallic AC/DC one about having particularly large spherical objects that always winds up cycling through your head at the most inopportune times? I will not refrain from desperate measures when the people I care about are in danger!

The same goes for the jelly baby people. You've a deplorable and cruel sense of humor, presenting me a society that I've been utterly tempted to devour.

And I know that it was pointed out to you, but I really do wish you would stop Googling images of Hex because it's making me very uncomfortable. That really is entirely less clothing than I was expecting and he has his dignity to protect! That needs to stop this instant. I am drawing the line here, and don't-

Oh don't you dare... Don't- Oh, you're doing this out of spite aren't you!

Someone help me find a record player! A tape deck! Anything that can play music. I have a song to play.



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