Forest: Hey you. You’re finally awake. You were trying to gaypost the board. Right? Walked right into that ambush, same as us, and that irish poster over there,
Irish poster: Damn you, Gayposters. /bant/ was fine until you came along. Anti gays were nice and lazy. If they hadn’t been looking for you, I could’ve stolen that horse and been halfway to /fit/. You there, you and me, we shouldn’t be here. It’s these gays the Anti gay wants.
Forest: We’re all brothers and sisters in binds now, green man
Poster: Shut up back there.
Irish poster: What’s wrong with him, huh?
Forest: Watch your tounge. You’re speaking to Ritsu, the true King of /bant/
Irish poster: Ritsu? The Namefag? You’re the leader of the gays. If they’ve captured you, oh gods, where are they taking us?
Forest: I don’t know where we’re going, but Valhalla awaits.
Irish poster: No, this can't be happening. This isn't happening.
Forest: Hey, which board are you from, green man?
Irish poster: Why do you care?
Forest: A Anon’s last thoughts should be of home.
Irish poster: I’m from /fit, I’m from /fit/
Poster: General Fagmark sir, the headsman is waiting.
General Fagmark: Good, let’s get this over with.
Irish poster: Astolfo, Hideri, felix. Divines, please help me.
Forest: Look at him. General Fagmark, the Military Governor. And it looks like the Schizoids are with him. Damn schizoids. I bet they had something to do with this.
Irish poster: Why are we stopping?
Forest: Why do you think? End of the line. Let’s go. Shouldn’t keep the gods waiting for us.
Irish poste: No wait. We’re not gay
Forest: Face your death with some courage,green man