11-28-2019, 01:57 AM
Ultra Green Mario, you are the human equivalent of a brown smear on a pair of secondhand pants. Every interaction I have ever had the displeasure of experiencing with you fills me with the same level of disgust - of revulsion - that a small child feels when they see their beloved kitten Snuggles get pancaked on the street by a Hummer H3. Some nights I wake up in a cold sweat, tears streaming down my face, because some part of my brain decided to remind me of you and I simply couldn't handle the concept without the hours of psychological preparation I need to post on MFGG. I cannot wait for the end of the universe, when all matter collapses into a singularity devoid of time and space, and a new big bang occurs, resetting all of existence to zero, so that I know you and I will not bump into each other again.