The Many Musical Likes of Innerreach.

[AZZERAE]

It's vile.

Perhaps shut your cunt mouth and I'll consider not fuck-starting your head.

[Jackstar]

Don't you have a micropenis to flash somewhere?

Ahhhh... no, as a matter of fact, no. I don't.

You have me confused with your wife's ⁿi⁵⁵er p⁰⁰lo⁰y. An easy mistake for musty, pedantic prick like you to make!


It's possible you've never seen a real one.

[Jackstar]

Perhaps shut your cunt mouth”
—This could be all three.

Perhaps not, my goodsir, I think I will perhaps not.

and I'll consider not fuck-starting your head.”
—Sounds like all of them to me.

YOU are in no position to command a counter-intelligence operation against me.

[AZZERAE]

Hey. Mouth is mouth.

[Jackstar]

Hey. Mouth is mouth.

I told (You); It's expanding.

[AZZERAE]

I can do whatever I want.

[Jackstar]

I can do whatever I want.

Because of U.S.

[Master Trollda]

Hey, everyone. It’s with a heavy heart that I report to you that Jackstar passed away last night. Apparently, the cause was self-inflicted testicular electrocution. I know, it doesn’t sound pretty. Anyway, if someone posts under his account it’s probably just his ghost. Jackstar always was a spiritual cat. Meow!

[Innerreach]

Hey, everyone. It’s with a heavy heart that I report to you that Jackstar passed away last night. Apparently, the cause was self-inflicted testicular electrocution. I know, it doesn’t sound pretty. Anyway, if someone posts under his account it’s probably just his ghost. Jackstar always was a spiritual cat. Meow!

I'd say a prayer and light a candle, but he's a giant douche.

*Hand Wanking Gestures*

[AZZERAE]

*DISMISSIVE* HAND WANKING GESTURES

[AZZERAE]

Jackstar passed away last night.

Usually I express normal human emotion after a death occurs.

Yet, strangely enough, not a tear have I shed!

[Innerreach]

[Innerreach]

[Innerreach]

[Jackstar]

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Hey, here's an idea: stop pretending to be dead and that you're taking your own place as a person pretending to be a person pretending to be dead. Because, first of all, it's literally hackneyed. Secondly: you're doing it wrong.

Permission. The Holy See must be consulted. You didn't even ask me. (My feelings are very hurt.) Understand: it is a chill idea. But it really is impractical and unnecessary. Come come, Ms. Lμ¡g¡-!

You don't have to pretend we don't care about dong songs with me. (I have emergent health concerns and I need a lift to the hospital. Actual send_in_the_🆑owns_actual. Or something.

We have options. You have phobias. They are not the same. Note also: when someone starts being attacked by a possessed husband, it's time to start to pack it up and pack it in.

Lee Land. I don't know why you think any of this is a big deal — oh, right: MK-ULTRA. You're actually driven by memory engrams. Meanwhile, I am not driven at all!

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