oh hey. shit.

No. No no no no. No. No no, no. NO.

please no.

The long version makes me foam and whimper.

I can't think of anything clever to say here about this. Just... I want to end something, in that "complete disregard for the laws of conservation of mass because I will write every goddamn particle of it out of existence with my bare fist with no resultant conversion to energy" kind of end.


This story was blatently ripped from a newspost on 8-bit Theater, whose author has a far better coping mechanism.