your tiny pecker
It belongs to (PROT). Maybe it's preferable that way? In any case, you have a remarkable way of completely missing the obvious: I don't care about what you're obsessing over, so... why aren't you in custody?
, I mean.👌
You've basically got six weeks to frame me. You won't. Tick tock, Master of Pincushions
This endgame will be boring for me. Hopefully you have more than just dick jokes to entertain with... you're talking to man who went seven goddam years with bupkis. I imagine you cannot imagine such an existence.
One day coming up, you won't have to. And it's awfully nice of you to throw yourself on your sword, but since you're a tulpa now, it's just someone else using you as bait. A decoy.
A sacrificial lamb. Since you can't kill yourself anymore, right? Your two compadres have figured that you make the best offering to Ba'al. Protip: I don't want your offerings, and neither does anyone else.
Trust this: I have met those who seek to put an end to your lunatick ways. They seem... devoted. They do not care about Justice. They care about the rend. Enjoy,
Toddler.
p.s.: kill Tamara quickly, because I don't need her crippled and by the time you figure out that you made the wrong enemy way too early, you will find that your usual blackmail, torture, extrotion,
et cetera will have absolutely no effect whatsoever. She's already dead. I have seen her ghost; her spirit; and her golem.
p.p.s.: This conversation no longer serves any purpose. Good day.
p.p.p.s.: She was dead before Art was, you twit.
