AUTHORIZED INQUIRY INITIATED.
I'll have to check with my Current Content Partner Overseer On Record—no Sweety, that's not you, but doesn't that sound nice? Go back to sleep—but I can be certain of the following:
If this inquiry doesn't receive its mandated charter, there will be another inquiry request I initiate
with mustard, and that one WILL go through... because beyond that, there's nothing but waves and waves of Helicarriers, all the way down to Surface.
AND X’THULLU SHALL RISE TO GREET THEM ALL.
So, take my advice on this one for once, okay? You know how I am about cinders & surfaces—thank you, God, I mean Sir, I mean Ma’am, may I have another?—but obviously I don't wanna share credit with X’thullu, if my righteous fury and blistering anger is enough to boil off the seas all by itself, I get some serious bonus points. The perks alone are pretty sweet.
That being said, this is an Authorized Inquiry at this point. Did I fucking stutter? No, I stammered, and it was
by design.
There's just no love of language anymore, ever since We switched to digital music. brb, gonna go wetwork the whole wrong QA Dept. in another building, so the toolboxes in My Q-A Dept. know that I'm not just irritated, I'm serious.
Three hops from C’thullu, Punie Loonies. Three. Admittedly, you have nothing to fear, it's been real paced by X as a safety feature as well as a courtesy, but you know what? You're
supposed to have at least
10 billion hops away from that. It's in the design documents. There's no regulation that says you can't run. Your World , currently with as few 1-ups as possible available... but I doubt The PINDAR did this on a whim. (Does Earth even have a Pindar right now? Oh really? Q is The PINDAR? How does that work, I thought I was Q? O Jesus. #JustPunyThings) Yeah, not a whim, and yeah, I don't feel like letting C’thullu rise. I'd rather raise my flying car. How are we doing on that? Where is My Chauffeur at with that? Great. Thanks, A**"*"*.
You thought I served no purpose to The Team, right? And now?
Seven Miss Steaks remain. Let that sink in. p.s. Good news, Everyone! Four Horsemen just self-deported!
p.p.s.: Everybody, stop panicking. I AM THAT I AM.
p.p.p.s.: Hands off my butler. He gets me my dry cleaning. Also, he's a flying elephant in disguise. Do you think I want to deal with a pissed off elephant that soars? Well, yeah, of course I do, but that urine won't come out easy, and that dry cleaning will have been spread all out all over from Newark to Satan’s Country Broken Arms Breakfast Diner by the time I get to it, and not only do I not have that kind of time... fuck it, at that point, do you know what I’d do?
I've heard that they've got some great waffles there, and I can't get a decent email like this—like I get all the time, back Home—at all, so at this point, I'm choosing to ask, just what am I doing so this for?
Because I would prefer not to. I've got
doors drugs to slam, I've got roads to
travel read, what the fuck is all this even about? I don't even want to do that, no wonder everyone who bought the hype is surprised. Do ewe know what you want? Well, some of them DEW.
Hence... An Inquiry. I'm sure it's something good, with a build up like this, it might just be the equivalent of the launch of a line of dildos named “Aunt Jemima’s Smuckers.”
(There ya go, Ass Ray, go on and trademark monetize that, you're welcome, miss you big bunches, I guess, but you're not missing me, am I rite?
ONCE AGAIN, I HAVE DELIVERED DEBRIEFED.)
