Spreading in the homosexual community!
Metro.
Worse than it sounds and [...] Pixel E.T.
Three's got eyes on a... damn. I've got rodents. And also, this Stag-like character striding around on some nice boots and MY PHONE.
phone home.
phone
evidence.
Hi, I'm Jackstar. I tink I'm gonna cwwwy. The fuck, this d-bag-master is taking everything that was ever gonna be mine, and taking it places where I ain't even gonna know about never making sure to go alone to yet or not. Still--superior to a... oh! I gotta not use that one here.
They call this Bronze Level. It's a higher order of dimensional reality that peops and peeps vcan get vcaccess to, once in a quite long once in awhile... or, you know, just uptranslate yourself along a beam of LightPaladin (ENCRYPTED_CALLSIGN) drill . /break
I can't do that one in public. My head started to get all spinny. hands are getting clammy. Heart going whammy. NO WHAMMY? Oh, right, I sent them all out to go reconnoiter the edge of this bullshit technological Way/Split/Edge/Divorce/FAIRER/THOROUGH-FARE, and hopefully they brought enough Milk Duds, as they can be used as Warfare and/or Wayfare tokens in a pinch.
Isy thisy enoughy edgy? I actually can't tell, my vision is kinda going.... black. Yeah, so, anyway: Bronze Level. May or may not refer to a dragon's color, one of a particular rank of glory and reknown. I'm not so sure though. I'm tonka getttin' distracted to tell the truth.
That might...
too tototoal totesy triptych Tricky??? Maybe for me, I lost ttrackt on the long way around to get everyone back Home and still have enough Y left to make the jump to lightspeedie to... (*big breath in*)
THE EDGY EDGE OF THE EDGE-CASEY EDGE-BORDER TO LIGHT SPEEDY FLAVOUR COUNTRYWIDE EDGE-Y-YEE. Tell 'em a tree fell on to the radar dish; we have no idea how close we are to peaky mouthyfully right now.
There's judge no Earthy edgey weight of way to be fully certitude-ified. I know for me, I could probably start take it all, but I'd get more local artifacting visual manifestation/resolution errors if I pushed this too much farther past where I last remember doing The Time Warp during the lastest... Cry Sis Crysys Crystal Crisis. Wow. Casper just flew past my kitchen window and took a big dump in the sink. THE KITCHEN SINK. CASPER! HOW DARE YOU!
He's gone. How dare he leave me a kitchen sink full of friendly ghost poop. More like Casper The Too Damn Edgy Ghost, if one were to ask a... okay. TIME. How did I do? Gimme some Gatorade, I wanna get started on that wet T-shirt contest we talked about having that one time. (*Nostrils mildly flaring.*)
The Company bought my genome because
reasons. The (blank) probably helped a bit more than just a little bit too.
