You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
You are not! I'm not even sure if I have a mother!
Your honor, please excuse this interruption. As Arthur Fetchman does not, technically, exist, he should not be given the time of--
A lot of things in this world are important despite not existing. I want the right to legalize my time on this plane of existence!And I'm suing Yarrun for obstructing that right!
Oh, right, that's the other wallet. I made it out of those tiny wrappers on Starbursts candy. Of course, Starbursts taste terrible, so I picked them out of people's trash cans over the course of a week. You may want to wash that.
More people have said that and been killed than there are thorium decay products.
WHAT THE GRUBBING FUCK ARE YOU MORONS DOING? EVERY ASSHOLE IN THIS COURTROOM, AND EVERY FUCKING COURTROOM IN THE ENTIRE FUCKING GALAXY, CAN SEE JUST HOW CHITINOUS MEMBRANE-THIN YOUR HOMOEROTIC LARPING BULLSHIT IS. SCRUB THAT GRAY DIRT OFF YOUR FILTHY SKINS AND TAKE OFF THOSE CHEAP DOLLAR STORE SHADES--YOU KNOW WHAT, NO, JUST THROW THEM OUT. THEY AREN'T EVEN WORTH THE EFFORT IT WOULD TAKE TO SNAP THEM IN HALF AND KICK THEM UNDER THE TABLE. PUT THE FUCKING CANDY CORN BACK IN THE GOD DAMN CANDY JAR, ASSHOLE. YOU'RE NOT FOOLING ANYONE. I BET THE REAL TEREZI (WHICH IS NONE OF YOU FUCKTARDS) BARELY GETS ANY SLEEP AT NIGHT, KNOWING ABOUT THE MILLIONS OF GREASY, SWEATY EARTH CREEPS JERKING THEMSELVES OFF INSIDE THEIR PYRALSPITE COSPLAYS EVERY COURT RECESS.
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Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Shut up, Arthur!
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Your honor, please excuse this interruption. As Arthur Fetchman does not, technically, exist, he should not be given the time of--
A lot of things in this world are important despite not existing. I want the right to legalize my time on this plane of existence! And I'm suing Yarrun for obstructing that right!
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Oh yeah! Then I'm suing for self-custody!
Aw hell no.
I'm 18! I should be able to do what I want!
No, I'm 18. You're 7 years old and just happen to exist in an 18-year-old mind.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Again with this? I thought we were done with the incessant shipping.
Ah. Well. It's too much fun to stop!
It wouldn't work anyways. I'd have to have legal custody of you in the first place, which I don't--
So I have self-custody! Ha!
Stop twisting my words!
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Pfffffft
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Oh no you don't. I know this schtick. You pick at my decisions and try and trick me into doing a dorky flirting thing. Not going to work this time!
Oh, you'll fall for it. You always fall for it.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
...Arthur, put down that gray bodypaint! And get away from that chalk!
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
4N 1MPOST3R 1S T4K1NG MY PL4C3!
Oh no.
*eats a yummy salad and a small vanilla frosty*
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Arthur.
YOUR STUP1D F4444444444444C3!
Arthur, I beg of you.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Who cares. I got his wallet! And it has pictures!
Of course it does.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Man, you and that vacation.
Yeah, it was awesome.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
That's what you're worried about?
I demand equal representation of cosplayer's flaws!
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
And that's totally Miko in a Karkat sweater.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
>Implying that you get paid for this.
*runs away crying*
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead