Make no mistake mundane, I
am thoroughly amused by how you are running around like a chicken with her head chopped off, attempting to scrabble through all these backdated responses, while plotting ahead of time for me to "get back in the game" so to speak. That hipster with
surprise! ghostly powers, literally
is doing most of the dirty work for
me, keeping everyone so occupied and all. I'm merely sitting back and enjoying the show.
You lost your right to be
afraid for me the first time we came here. Would you like me to refer to my first
post when we first arrived in this little social journal service hub? You knew
exactly what you were in for when you first sent that application, you are now simply just being cowardly.
If anything,
now would be the perfect time to go forth with our plans, so when our little halfa returns, he will come face to face with a lovely
surprise. So come now, let's play catch up!
Really, you misjudge me on how exactly
bothered I will be with this upcoming storm. Compared to what you actually
wanted to do with me in other settings besides Nautilus, this is entirely tame.
[Totally dismissing the whole clone thing that will happen later on in the timeline, that he yet has to be updated to.]