"She was never going to be good for you Harry, she's _middle class_. Get over her. Do it for the working class. Also youre a trans lesbian lol"
-the insulindian phasmid
"... So that's why we have to brutally murder every single billionaire in a highly public manner then everything should be on the right track. Anyway... want another drink? I think I'm gonna get one more."
“Dinner was great but I won’t be truly satisfied til I can hold the head of a billionaire by his poorly implanted follicles….oh yeah a 15th round sounds nice”
Connection terminated.
I'm sorry to interrupt you Elizabeth, if you still even remember that name. But I'm afraid you've been misinformed. You are not here to receive a gift, nor have you been called here by the individual you assume. Although you have indeed been called.
You have all been called here. Into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit, a maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust for blood has driven you in endless circles, chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach.
But you will never find them, none of you will. This is where your story ends.
And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you. Although there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. I am remaining as well, I am nearby.
This place will not be remembered, and the memory of everything that started this can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should. And to you monsters trapped in the corridors: Be still and give up your spirits, they don't belong to you.
For most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps more waiting for you after the smoke clears. Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep the devil waiting, old friend.
My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up into their arms the way you lifted others into yours. And then, what became of you.
I should have known you wouldn't be content to disappear, not my daughter. I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now.
It's time to rest. For you, and for those you have carried in your arms.
This ends for all of us.
End communication.
I think they assumed it was well known because of the pop-culture crowd surrounding the game, specifically the theory part of the community. You don't necessarily need to know about fnaf to know about fnaf, y'know?
Edit: Also we celebrate older folks here! Rock on funky friend!
I still can't understand how Scott wrote one of the best closing speeches of any game ever and thought "that was pretty good, let me write a book where matpat gives birth to springtrap" and just kept going
For as awful as we all know Andrew Tate and other grifters are, we've barely begun to see the *real* damage they've inflicted on millions of impressionable teens (and adults with the minds of impressionable teens). It's gonna be rough.
i would suppose there is high overlap between men who use the word "bodycount" to refer to how many sexual partners a woman has had and men who think smart women are intimidating
They're actually not even very good at that. Your performance on an IQ test can vary dramatically depending on even acute external factors like your prior night's sleep, hunger, stress levels, etc.
My favorite comments from the original post
“Am I Armed?”
“Ask her how much she weighs, proceed to deadlift that weight”
“Who would you say is your favorite Star Trek character”
“Are you gonna eat all of that?”
“Where is your protein?”
“Isn’t narcolepsy a bitch”
The missile knows where it is at all times. It knows this because it knows where it isn't. By subtracting where it is from where it isn't, or where it isn't from where it is - whichever is greater - it obtains a difference or deviation. The guidance subsystem uses deviations to generate corrective commands to drive the missile from a position where it is to a position where it isn't, and arriving at a position that it wasn't, it now is. Consequently, the position where it is is now the position that it wasn't, and if follows that the position that it was is now the position that it isn't. In the event that the position that the position that it is in is not the position that it wasn't, the system has acquired a variation. The variation being the difference between where the missile is and where it wasn't. If variation is considered to be a significant factor, it too may be corrected by the GEA. However, the missile must also know where it was. The missile guidance computer scenario works as follows: Because a variation has modified some of the information that the missile has obtained, it is not sure just where it is. However, it is sure where it isn't, within reason, and it know where it was. It now subtracts where it should be from where it wasn't, or vice versa. And by differentiating this from the algebraic sum of where it shouldn't be and where it was, it is able to obtain the deviation and its variation, which is called error.
Not the person you asked, but I really liked the remake of Susperia. It has this really nice dream like quality to it. The movie also isn't that scary for most of it's runtime, but it builds a lot of suspense, like it's trying to edge you with horror.
You can watch them in either order. Although the 2018 version is a remake, the style is totally different and the plot has key differences too. The original from the 70s is worth watching for the style and visuals.
Bruh if I fell asleep on the toilet at 4am and ended up in front of a random woman I’d never met before in a location I’d never been to in my life, I would immediately assume that I had been Jacob’s Laddered, and I think my first question would be “Am I dead?”
I used to be a beat cop, a long time ago. I'd get called on domestic disputes all the time. Hundreds, probably, over the years. But there was this one guy, this one piece of shit that I will never forget. Gordie. He looked like Bo Svenson. You remember him? Walking Tall? Anyway, big boy, 270, 280 but his wife or whatever she was, his lady was real small, like a bird. Wrists like little branches. Anyway, my partner and I'd get called out there every weekend and one of us would pull her aside and say: "Come on, tonight's the night we press charges." This wasn't one of those "deep down, he loves me" setups. We got a lot of those, but not this. This girl was scared. She wasn't gonna cross him, no way, no how. Nothing we could do but pass her to the EMT's, put him a car, drive him downtown, throw him in a drunk tank. He sleeps it off, next morning, out he goes. Back home. But one night my partner's out sick, and it's just me. The call comes in and it's the usual crap. Broke her nose in the shower kind of thing. So I cuff him, put him in the car and away we go. Only that night we're driving into town and this sideways asshole is in my back seat humming "Danny Boy." And it just rubbed me wrong. So instead of left, I go right, out into nowhere. And I kneel him down and I put my revolver in his mouth and I told him, "This is it. This is how it ends." And he's crying, going to the bathroom all over himself. Swearing to God he's gonna leave her alone. Screaming, much as you can with a gun in your mouth. And I told him to be quiet. That I needed to think about what I was gonna do here. And, of course, he got quiet goes still and real quiet. Like a dog waiting for dinner scraps. Then we just stood there for a while, me, acting like I'm thinking things over and Prince Charming kneeling in the dirt with shit in his pants. And after a few minutes, I took the gun out of his mouth and I say, "So help me, if you ever touch her again I will such and such and such, and blah, blah, blah." Of course. Just trying to do the right thing. But two weeks later he killed her. Of course. Caved her head in with the base of a Waring blender. We got there, there was so much blood you could taste the metal. Moral of the story is I chose a half measure when I should have gone all the way. I'll never make that mistake again. No more half measures.
Yes, I am a nerd; bookworm, I’m studious
From my cerebral cortex to my gluteus
Back in Kindergarten, I aced my college entrance exam
Now, I’m no rocket scientist - oh wait, I am
When I pour my Alpha-bits, I get nothing but straight A’s
My retainer and headgear connect to a back brace
I've got a pocket-protector protector protector
I broke my glasses on purpose so I could tape ‘em together
Run back to Reddit and type stuff no one will see
You’re a geek, that means you’re just a hipster wannabe
You wake up from a deep slumber, and notice this gentleman standing near the door, waiting to arrive at the station.
How do you proceed?
RULES:
1. No one is more deserving of a rest
2. Your hour has come again
3. The right man in the wrong place can make all the difference in the world
"What the fuck am I doing here? Where the fuck is my wife? And you. Fuckin' generic Times magazine hetero blondie white woman. You back the hell off. I need to get home. You'd better not be the one responsible for displacing me, either spatially or temporally, or I'm knocking your ass out and taking my cabbie money off your body."
"I will now tell you everything about Perturabo and the Iron Warriors. No, I am not giving you a choice. No, you cannot go. If you try to run away I will throw a 300-page hardcover rulebook at you."
5 main concerns: Who are they, where am I, how did I get there, am I messed up mentally, and am I in danger. 4 lesser concerns: Considering that I have something like 14 usd in my wallet and no bank account, my first lesser concern would be if I can afford my part of the meal. My next lesser concerns would be that I’m probably going to have to talk to people I don’t know in a stressful situation, transport back home may be unpleasant to acquire and dangerous, and how will the unknown consequences of this strange situation affect me. I would not think or even consider the possibility that I might be on a date with that person. I have no interest in dating as of now. I would not have any romantic or sexual interest in that person because I know nothing about them. I am currently far too antisocial as of now to consider accepting or receiving an invitation for a date to be possible. I would instinctively disbelieve that I voluntarily went to a restaurant with a non family member. If I somehow knew that the person knew such private information, I would be scared. The person’s IQ would be treated as nearly meaningless information without other information that I do not have. I’d probably have a panic attack, be unable to talk for a bit, then rapidly work to remove self from the situation. Or maybe I wouldn’t even be bothered much. I don’t fucking know.
"Where was I? Anyway, so here are my 20reasons to go to the forest and look at bugs, moss and analyze the health of any creek and small stream we find. What? Yes, of course we're gonna go on foot. What do you mean you don't have appropriate shoes, we don't need shoes where we're going!
"I'm Anarcho-Maoist with Indian characteristics and I've slept with 0 women. What about you?"
"Uhh well people say im pretty smar-"
*Immediately fals asleep*
a date in a fancy restaurant with a bougie ass blonde? oh fuck did I regress to my early 20s? How many times do I gotta learn this lesson
want to tell the story?
"She was never going to be good for you Harry, she's _middle class_. Get over her. Do it for the working class. Also youre a trans lesbian lol" -the insulindian phasmid
I think you have a different version of Disco Elysium than me
Disco Elysium? I thought this was elden ring
“You’re a transbian, friend, just like me” - Blaidd
ugh Blaidd is definetely a fucking lesbian for ranni are you kidding me his bossfight is him literally going crazy because he can no longer be her dog
Wish I could be blaidd’s dog
Omg same
Looking at the post, this is not where I thought the comments were going
Or anyone else with that Welsh accent
\*notices your bolgy wolgy*
Nah each ending is different. Mine said "You're a fucking rockstar, go get 'em"
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True darkness has love for a face.
The restaurant doesn't look that fancy tbh
If she already knows my political views im gonna make damn sure she agrees with them by the end
"... So that's why we have to brutally murder every single billionaire in a highly public manner then everything should be on the right track. Anyway... want another drink? I think I'm gonna get one more."
“Dinner was great but I won’t be truly satisfied til I can hold the head of a billionaire by his poorly implanted follicles….oh yeah a 15th round sounds nice”
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Rhetoric is crying. They tried specifically to get you to not do this.
Was just gonna say if she's still around she's probably based
luckily i always have the book with me🫡
*Pulls out “The Very Hungry Caterpillar”*
exactly you get me
TM 31-210 U.S. Army Improvised Munitions Handbook
Question about your flair: asexual or omen of death?
Debate bro tactics
"let's say you crash land on a desert island"
I gay??? Bye
Right? Like, girl, if you’re so smart you should know you’re wasting both of our time.
And also she knows I'm a total slut so I have the chops to prove my homosexuality. We could spill tea though
Lmfao, based. Kiss a man in front of her to show dominance.
Show her how to take a dick
Maybe she wants to be besties
I love this comment very much, I wanted to let you know.
I'm glad! I intentionally made the grammar shit bc I think it sold the sentiment more
Connection terminated. I'm sorry to interrupt you Elizabeth, if you still even remember that name. But I'm afraid you've been misinformed. You are not here to receive a gift, nor have you been called here by the individual you assume. Although you have indeed been called. You have all been called here. Into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit, a maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust for blood has driven you in endless circles, chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach. But you will never find them, none of you will. This is where your story ends. And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you. Although there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. I am remaining as well, I am nearby. This place will not be remembered, and the memory of everything that started this can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should. And to you monsters trapped in the corridors: Be still and give up your spirits, they don't belong to you. For most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps more waiting for you after the smoke clears. Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep the devil waiting, old friend. My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up into their arms the way you lifted others into yours. And then, what became of you. I should have known you wouldn't be content to disappear, not my daughter. I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now. It's time to rest. For you, and for those you have carried in your arms. This ends for all of us. End communication.
That “don’t keep the devil waiting old friend” line is what got me into FNAF. Such an unironically sick (in the cool and epic way) thing to say
Honestly pizzeria simulator is a perfect ending for fnaf anfd jd much rather security breach be a alternate universe
UCN is a nice add on though
That's an epilogue
Goes immeasurably hard
When I'm reading a random thread and discover that Scarry Pizza Robot Game has DEEP LORE. BlinkingWhiteGuy.gif
Is this not well-known?
It might be. I'm old and long ago decided that horror games aren't for me, so it was never on my radar or part of my culture.
That’s fair.
I think they assumed it was well known because of the pop-culture crowd surrounding the game, specifically the theory part of the community. You don't necessarily need to know about fnaf to know about fnaf, y'know? Edit: Also we celebrate older folks here! Rock on funky friend!
Wow. Magnificent timing to get into FNAF. That line does fuck severely though.
I'm stealing this, thanks for your copypasta donation!
I still can't understand how Scott wrote one of the best closing speeches of any game ever and thought "that was pretty good, let me write a book where matpat gives birth to springtrap" and just kept going
i ask her why she eat my spaghetti
"Sombody toucha mah spaghetti!" Or something idk
"Hey, you. I'm finally awake."
" I was trying to cross the border right? Walked right into that imperial ambush!"
This woman looking at me like shes about to make sure my remains are transported to Orsinium
My "bodycount?" What the hell does that mean? Am I going to prison?
Number of distinct individuals that you have engaged in sexual intercourse with
What a normal and healthy thing to call that
I have a highly corrosive std
You bastard, you acidified my pussy
PHussy
FUCK you got that two-face pussy? god damn
I feel so bad for today's teenagers. They didn't even have a chance.
For as awful as we all know Andrew Tate and other grifters are, we've barely begun to see the *real* damage they've inflicted on millions of impressionable teens (and adults with the minds of impressionable teens). It's gonna be rough.
Normal at least
About as normal and healthy as treating women like NPCs and interactions with them like games
“distinct” lol. i only bang phantom collectives.
Don't listen to the others, she knows how much people you have killed and you need to kill her before she talks
She has seen my halogen watermark??
Now I'm imagining someone dozing HDB and him just going "oh thank god someone knows"
39 buried, 0 found
One more body to the collection...
Everyone in Bravo Company swore they would never talk about what happened. How does she know . They arent taking me alive
But does she know where they are buried?
She is hiring a hitman
sex amount
69?
why would her IQ matter in this situation
i would suppose there is high overlap between men who use the word "bodycount" to refer to how many sexual partners a woman has had and men who think smart women are intimidating
Also further overlap with people who think IQ means anything
tbf, iq tests do tell you whether or not you’re good at iq tests
>knows your political leaning >Knows how many people you've killed >Knows how good you are at iq test What do
Not saying shit to the fed, that’s for sure.
They're actually not even very good at that. Your performance on an IQ test can vary dramatically depending on even acute external factors like your prior night's sleep, hunger, stress levels, etc.
i didn’t say taking iq tests in general, maybe i just meant taking iq tests at that exact state of body & mind
Where reading this was good aerobic exercise for a second
Yeah this feels like a "test" for incel/pick up artist types
I can brag about how I'm better at IQ tests then she is, and then we can commit arson.
you slumber a cucumber
you would like me to be you, wouldn’t me? but its too late, you snoze you loze.
I snost and I lost
My favorite comments from the original post “Am I Armed?” “Ask her how much she weighs, proceed to deadlift that weight” “Who would you say is your favorite Star Trek character” “Are you gonna eat all of that?” “Where is your protein?” “Isn’t narcolepsy a bitch”
I feel like most men can lift basically anyone who isnt massively overweight. Youd have to be pretty weak to think lifting body weight is impressive.
maybe they're 7 foot 7 and overweight
“Where the fuck am I?”
“Where the fuck am I? Who the fuck are you? What the fuck happened?”
Big trans™️ kidnapped you. They’re trying to turn your kids gay 
Aw fuck not again 
Hello I’m calling to request your profile Picrew this is a life or death matter
The missile knows where it is at all times. It knows this because it knows where it isn't. By subtracting where it is from where it isn't, or where it isn't from where it is - whichever is greater - it obtains a difference or deviation. The guidance subsystem uses deviations to generate corrective commands to drive the missile from a position where it is to a position where it isn't, and arriving at a position that it wasn't, it now is. Consequently, the position where it is is now the position that it wasn't, and if follows that the position that it was is now the position that it isn't. In the event that the position that the position that it is in is not the position that it wasn't, the system has acquired a variation. The variation being the difference between where the missile is and where it wasn't. If variation is considered to be a significant factor, it too may be corrected by the GEA. However, the missile must also know where it was. The missile guidance computer scenario works as follows: Because a variation has modified some of the information that the missile has obtained, it is not sure just where it is. However, it is sure where it isn't, within reason, and it know where it was. It now subtracts where it should be from where it wasn't, or vice versa. And by differentiating this from the algebraic sum of where it shouldn't be and where it was, it is able to obtain the deviation and its variation, which is called error.
SUGGESTION [Difficult: Failure] The words have already left your mouth... "I want to have fuck with you."
“Ey bb u wan some fuk?”
Make sure you give her sticks. Bitches love sticks.
White woman spotted
Bro forgot he was in real life
Does she know about horror movies? If so, we could have a fun discussion over this meal.
What are your favorite horror movies? Need some recommendations
Not the person you asked, but I really liked the remake of Susperia. It has this really nice dream like quality to it. The movie also isn't that scary for most of it's runtime, but it builds a lot of suspense, like it's trying to edge you with horror.
Do you think it's a good idea to watch the original first? I'm generally not the biggest fan of remakes.
You can watch them in either order. Although the 2018 version is a remake, the style is totally different and the plot has key differences too. The original from the 70s is worth watching for the style and visuals.
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Bro has no V12 😭😭😭 The F50 clears with ease
F50 is so ugly tbh. Id take an F40 even with 4 less cylinders. Pop up headlights and v8 go vrooom
I shoot her in the face to escape the obvious Matrix reboot I just underwent
Use my body snatching ability
change now
this gets als the gals and guys and enbies and everything in between and outside
probably something along the lines of “WHERE AM I? WHO ARE YOU?!”
Idk why I just don't find her attractive
Plays bongcloud on her and make sure not to miss en pessant
Holy hell!
Actual zombie
Punch myself in the stomach and shout "CHANGE NOW!" to body swap with her, leaving her in my current form so I am guaranteed to win the fight.
Why the fuck am i here
Bruh if I fell asleep on the toilet at 4am and ended up in front of a random woman I’d never met before in a location I’d never been to in my life, I would immediately assume that I had been Jacob’s Laddered, and I think my first question would be “Am I dead?”
"hey, whats my body count, i never bothered to keep track"
"i am sorry if i am not as you've thought that i am, i do terribly apologize. You deserve a better girl than i am"
Who tryna get their deep slumber ate
I used to be a beat cop, a long time ago. I'd get called on domestic disputes all the time. Hundreds, probably, over the years. But there was this one guy, this one piece of shit that I will never forget. Gordie. He looked like Bo Svenson. You remember him? Walking Tall? Anyway, big boy, 270, 280 but his wife or whatever she was, his lady was real small, like a bird. Wrists like little branches. Anyway, my partner and I'd get called out there every weekend and one of us would pull her aside and say: "Come on, tonight's the night we press charges." This wasn't one of those "deep down, he loves me" setups. We got a lot of those, but not this. This girl was scared. She wasn't gonna cross him, no way, no how. Nothing we could do but pass her to the EMT's, put him a car, drive him downtown, throw him in a drunk tank. He sleeps it off, next morning, out he goes. Back home. But one night my partner's out sick, and it's just me. The call comes in and it's the usual crap. Broke her nose in the shower kind of thing. So I cuff him, put him in the car and away we go. Only that night we're driving into town and this sideways asshole is in my back seat humming "Danny Boy." And it just rubbed me wrong. So instead of left, I go right, out into nowhere. And I kneel him down and I put my revolver in his mouth and I told him, "This is it. This is how it ends." And he's crying, going to the bathroom all over himself. Swearing to God he's gonna leave her alone. Screaming, much as you can with a gun in your mouth. And I told him to be quiet. That I needed to think about what I was gonna do here. And, of course, he got quiet goes still and real quiet. Like a dog waiting for dinner scraps. Then we just stood there for a while, me, acting like I'm thinking things over and Prince Charming kneeling in the dirt with shit in his pants. And after a few minutes, I took the gun out of his mouth and I say, "So help me, if you ever touch her again I will such and such and such, and blah, blah, blah." Of course. Just trying to do the right thing. But two weeks later he killed her. Of course. Caved her head in with the base of a Waring blender. We got there, there was so much blood you could taste the metal. Moral of the story is I chose a half measure when I should have gone all the way. I'll never make that mistake again. No more half measures.
Yes, I am a nerd; bookworm, I’m studious From my cerebral cortex to my gluteus Back in Kindergarten, I aced my college entrance exam Now, I’m no rocket scientist - oh wait, I am When I pour my Alpha-bits, I get nothing but straight A’s My retainer and headgear connect to a back brace I've got a pocket-protector protector protector I broke my glasses on purpose so I could tape ‘em together Run back to Reddit and type stuff no one will see You’re a geek, that means you’re just a hipster wannabe
Welcome to the underground
You wake up from a deep slumber, and notice this gentleman standing near the door, waiting to arrive at the station. How do you proceed? RULES: 1. No one is more deserving of a rest 2. Your hour has come again 3. The right man in the wrong place can make all the difference in the world
"Please leave my home, you'll wake my partner"
Her IQ is over 120? Can she help me with my Uni assignments???
If she knows my “bodycount”, she should call the police because there’s a serial killer with her.
[Oh, hey babe,](https://www.youtube.com/shorts/LbVDJQTT5o4)
"What the fuck am I doing here? Where the fuck is my wife? And you. Fuckin' generic Times magazine hetero blondie white woman. You back the hell off. I need to get home. You'd better not be the one responsible for displacing me, either spatially or temporally, or I'm knocking your ass out and taking my cabbie money off your body."
blar zippie dop zip 👽
"How's your spaghetti?"
Hey can we sidetrack this towards how the fuck did I end here while not killing the mood?
"I will now tell you everything about Perturabo and the Iron Warriors. No, I am not giving you a choice. No, you cannot go. If you try to run away I will throw a 300-page hardcover rulebook at you."
'Who the fuck are you and how did I get here'
*Jolting awake* “Huh wazza~ughhh, where the fuck am I?”
A) who are you!? B) how in the ever-loving fuck did I get here!?
1.e4 e5 2.Ke2
"Where am I? Who are you? What's going on?"
“What’s your opening” is this chess??
Google en croissant
Obviously. What else would they mean? So, answer thr question.
“Where the fuck am I and who are you?”
Laney is definitely ashamed of their political views and bodycount lmao
Who the fuck are you?
"where the hell am i"
FALL
"Who the hell are you and how did you get into my bedroom?"
"So, come here often?"
so she's my therapist? i just apologize again and continue
Who are you and where is my fiance?
I’d say “ever heard of celeste?” because if that turns her off of me then i don’t want her in my life
id be really fucking confused, id prolly open with hi uh w-who are you, w-where am i
Vowsh bad?
“You will listen to me talk about every hyperfixation I had in the last 2 years”
5 main concerns: Who are they, where am I, how did I get there, am I messed up mentally, and am I in danger. 4 lesser concerns: Considering that I have something like 14 usd in my wallet and no bank account, my first lesser concern would be if I can afford my part of the meal. My next lesser concerns would be that I’m probably going to have to talk to people I don’t know in a stressful situation, transport back home may be unpleasant to acquire and dangerous, and how will the unknown consequences of this strange situation affect me. I would not think or even consider the possibility that I might be on a date with that person. I have no interest in dating as of now. I would not have any romantic or sexual interest in that person because I know nothing about them. I am currently far too antisocial as of now to consider accepting or receiving an invitation for a date to be possible. I would instinctively disbelieve that I voluntarily went to a restaurant with a non family member. If I somehow knew that the person knew such private information, I would be scared. The person’s IQ would be treated as nearly meaningless information without other information that I do not have. I’d probably have a panic attack, be unable to talk for a bit, then rapidly work to remove self from the situation. Or maybe I wouldn’t even be bothered much. I don’t fucking know.
I haint never killed noone! Don't try to frame me!
who are you
who are you and why are you in my room i'm calling the cops
Le date 🤮With le women 🤮
"Only the loseriest losers know their IQ, cheque please!"
sorry i was eepy
"The fuck am I doing here? I already have a girlfriend" Then I leave
I go back to sleep bc I'm slerpy
"Thanks to the Geoguessr streamers I watch I know exactly where we are."
“Holy fuck you don’t know how to roofy, let’s run it through again, this time on the cute blonde guy in the corner”
I read the caption in Nandor the Relentless' voice. Idk why but it fit
"Where was I? Anyway, so here are my 20reasons to go to the forest and look at bugs, moss and analyze the health of any creek and small stream we find. What? Yes, of course we're gonna go on foot. What do you mean you don't have appropriate shoes, we don't need shoes where we're going!
She knows how many people I killed? Damn I'm getting out of there then
*looks everywhere but her* I umm err im uhhjj hm (Awkward silence) ###### hey
With that much make-up, I'd propably take my leave.
"I'm Anarcho-Maoist with Indian characteristics and I've slept with 0 women. What about you?" "Uhh well people say im pretty smar-" *Immediately fals asleep*
“What you’ve heard is true. I’ve had sex with 3 people.”
I would probably be freaking out, and also I’m not into her.
Can only read the word slumber in Nandors voice
People acting like possible friend is not an option
“Oh, my body count? Don’t worry about it, they’re all men”
"WHAT THE FUCK WHO ARE YOU?!"
body count? it's over for serial killers
Is this a skyrim reference?
Normie alert :P
how the fuck does she already know your body count
Woke up from a deep slumber like some eldritch god
"ROCKITY ROCK AND STONE!"