Hey Spacejerk,
You're as predictable as a bad genie. And no, that has nothing to do with genomes or pants. Did you just run screaming out of your base, grab the first human you came across, and demand where you could get huge quantities of acid?
I mean, that's what I have to assume happened when I check the news and see the whole city is on a bad drug trip. Do you seriously not know the difference between acid and Acid? You probably missed the sly grin and wink. Nobody's melting, Zim. They'll just wake up tomorrow and talk about their freaky nightmares.
I mean, how seriously do you take what I say, here? Let's see if you can decode the secret meanings of the following statements. I'm so confident you don't understand the sophisticated language of memes that I've hidden the key to Earth's destruction in these sentences:
All your base are belong to me.
Danger noodle do you a heckin' chomp.
Can haz cheeseburger?
U mad, bro?
Mods are asleep, post ponies!
And... well crap. Can't think of a lot more off the top of my head. It would be fun to see your head explode when you try and figure these out, though. I bet you can't.
Serves you right for setting my house on fire.
-Dib
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FanfictionHey Spacejerk. Good job burning down my house. Were you hoping I'd have to move? Congratulations. But that's not going to stop me from spending my every living breathing second monitoring you. And sending you mail through a system you're too dumb to...
