>>44499956"It isn't. You aren't one of those obese incels who actually get attached to a bunch of pixels made for children, are you?" he typed condescendingly on a board dedicated to aforementioned pixels made for children.
"That will show him," he thought as he popped a can of mountain dew. The cheeto dust on his fingers mixed with the condensation of the cold bottle, creating a neon-orange mud like substance. He paused briefly, savoring his genius at such a witty comeback in that moment. "Victory is mine," he chortled as he wiped his hands on his shirt before clicking post.
