Bring us up to speed on this one, Whiz.
You’re not worthy — and I’m a Sourceror. I’m not a wizard. I’m not a magician. And I’m a terrible publicist, I totes fucked up the big reveal about whether or not I was gonna answer the call, I didn’t even keep even
getting the call a secret. Fuck me running.
The Jacksignal is like that. Batman is a fuckin’ pleb. I don’t have
time to go talk to Commissioner Gordon, oh
no. I see lights in the sky, and boom ka-boom, it’s fuckin’
on.We could use something practical and understandable.
Keep in mind that basically all of all y’all could use a fuckin’ psych eval as well. Why don’t you go
stand under a licensed medical practitioner? That would probably take you right back to your days in
college. You could relive getting your
degree. Just the thought is probably putting you right into
ecstasy. (Betty says “Hello” & “where were you all my life?” But honestly I’m just showing off, I don’t know why I bothered repeating that, because she sure as shootin’ is not asking about
you; or your (blank) cross.)
You know what would be practical? Practice, Baby:
apology practice. *click*
