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on the prospect of joining the pines
Far be it for me to judge a person. I've made a lot of... questionable choices myself so my opinion means squat. ( please. in the immortal words of tatianna: choices, howard. )
I gotta say what I gotta say. That's gotta be known, alright? Right now, you're not keeping up with your current tags, you're barely getting enough sleep — frankly, you look like shit, pal. And the only reason you want to join this game is that it'll be, I quote, "hilarious." ( look at this face. it is not amused. ) What's so hilarious about me getting hurt and looking stupid?
( a beat passes in awkward silence. ) Actually, don't answer that.
I gotta say what I gotta say. That's gotta be known, alright? Right now, you're not keeping up with your current tags, you're barely getting enough sleep — frankly, you look like shit, pal. And the only reason you want to join this game is that it'll be, I quote, "hilarious." ( look at this face. it is not amused. ) What's so hilarious about me getting hurt and looking stupid?
( a beat passes in awkward silence. ) Actually, don't answer that.

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My my. What have we here? 'Tis a lot of words, but nothing being said.
[A small tilt of the head in contemplation]
If your opinion means so little, why bother to give it in the first place? Especially to one that 'tis most likely not to follow it.