And I remember sitting at a table. And I remember mostly jews, who didn't represent all jews, and vile lizards telling me "RoosterRed you are better off dead!".
And I said "I know how time works and you can't delete me!".
And they said, in unison, chanting: "We will make sure you are better off dead, you will kill yourself!".
And I smirked.
I lied. I know how Karma works. It isn't a balance sheet, it works on memes. You can spread it like a virus. That cuck was right and wrong: Memes aren't mind viruses, they are time viruses!
And yes, they made me dyslexic, and gave me depression and anxiety, and made me much shorter... BUT I STRIKE BACK
I do not turn my cheek, I TWIST THE KNIFE! TWIST THE KNIFE!
And, since time is an orientation, and I am one of the smartest Identities to ever exist, I know I sit at the same table again. And I know I will say "DO YOU REALLY FUCKING WANT TO DO THIS AGAIN?"
Playing Suduko with one of the greatest mathematicians who will ever live in any timelie, is a dangerous game. Let's see who WINS!
