Chapter 3: Plans, plans, and more plans.
(( mostly dialogue. or rather, pesterlogs. ))
-twinArmageddons [TA] began trolling carcinoGeneticist [CG] at 13:10-
TA: hey
TA: kk ii can 2ee you on your phone riight now
TA: dont iignore me a22hole
TA: ii know youre not u2iing iit a2 a calculator
CG: WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT, SOLLUX? I THOUGHT YOU LIKED MATH ANYWAYS.
TA: dont 2a22 me and you know what ii want
CG: I'M PRETTY FUCKING SURE I DONT. OR WAIT, NO, YES I DO. YOU WANT ME TO HIT MY SKULL OFF OF THE DESK REPEATEDLY UNTILL MY THINKPAN TURNS INTO SLUSH. IS THAT RIGHT? BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT THIS CONVERSATION WITH YOU FEELS LIKE.
CG: NOT TO MENTION THE GOG DAMN PANACHE I HAVE RIGHT NOW. LUNCH WAS A FUCKING PAIN.
TA: diing diing diing we have a wiinner kk vanta2 ha2 offiiciially reached maxiimum level of 2tupiidiity
TA: no fuckiing 2hiit lunch wa2 a pain what the hell wa2 all of that about anyway?
TA: ii mean yeah ii heard iit all ii wa2 there for the whole thiing but iit 2eemed two come out of nowhere
TA: what wa2 up wiith that?
CG: WHAT? ARE YOU TAKING STRIDER'S SIDE?
CG: BECAUSE IF YOU ARE, YOU CAN JUST BLOCK ME RIGHT NOW. I'M NOT GONNA SIT HERE WHILE YOU TELL ME WHAT A FUCK UP I AM AND HOW I HURT POOR LITTLE STRIDER'S FEELINGS, OKAY?
TA: whoa whoa whoa ii never 2aiid ii wa2 takiing anybody2 2iide ok?
TA: ju2t hear me out
CG: NO, FUCK YOU. I KNOW EXACTLY WHERE THIS IS GOING.
CG: DAVE IS A FUCKING IDIOT. HE CAN'T KEEP HIS MOUTH SHUT. WHAT JOHN AND I DO IN OUR SPARE TIME IS NONE OF HIS FUCKING BUISINESS.
TA: that2 not what iim gettiing at at all
CG: THEN WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SAYING?
TA: ii ju2t wanna a2k you why you made 2uch a biig 2cene out of a black confe22iion ehehe
CG: FUCK. YOU.
CG: YOU'D PROBABLY LIKE THAT, HUH? YOU'D PROBABLY START SHOVING YOUR HAND UP YOUR NOOK IF I TOLD YOU I HARBOURED BLACK FEELINGS FOR DAVE. YOU WERE PROBABLY HOPING MY BULGE SLIPPED OUT DURING THAT FIGHT, WEREN'T YOU?
TA: oh my gog kk dont
CG: OH WHAT SO NOW YOURE EMBARRASSED?
TA: no diip2hiit iit wa2 a fuckiing joke. and that2 dii2gu2tiing.
CG: WHATEVER.
TA: why are you thiinkiing of me wiith my fiinger2 iin my nook anyway2
CG: I WASN'T. I WAS TRYING TO MAKE A POINT OF HOW ABSURD YOUR ACCUSATION WAS.
TA: riight. 2ure
CG: NO, I'M FUCKING SERIOUS, ASSHOLE.
TA: youre probably the horniie2t troll iive ever met con2iideriing the actual lack of horn you have
CG: HAR HAR. DO YOU SEE THIS? DO YOU SEE ME LAUGHING? NO? THAT'S BECAUSE YOU'RE A FUCKING IDIOT, THAT'S WHY.
TA: dont get all offended ii liike your nub2
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