vvoice test; super nervvous

[toolscar]

So, you'vve finally cavved in an given into my fuckin' irresistible charms. 
I kneww it wwould happen sooner or later.
Only time wwould tell.

Howwevver, you don't havve a fuckin' idea a wwhat yer doin', lass.
An I'm not surprised from a fuckin' lowwlife like yerself.
Yer not evven wworthy enough.

It might wwould help if you, O, I don't knoww, actually kneww wwhat wwas goin' on.
An put me in a "canon point" or wwhatevver it is called or some shite.
But yer bein' too much of a fuckin' twwat to evven do that.
O no.
Let's go ahead an put him in these fuckin' memes.
That's right brill.

WWhatever. Apparently that is too much to fuckin' ask. 
O, an wwe havve a sense of humour here I see wwith the username.

Aye, good bloody showw.
WWell done.

I'm insulted.
Pain me wwith your humour evven more, O almighty fuckin' wwriter of clevverness.
It absolutely wwounds me.

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[toolscar]

_{[ not amused, son. ]}

She may havve played a role in a part of it indirectly.
But that is none of yer fuckin' beeswax.

[wwhiner]

[That's fine he enjoyed that look on his face.]

mhm i believve that

[Yay for the magic of human sarcasm.]

so is your mun thinkin of puttin your drunken ass anywwhere?

[toolscar]

She's thinkin' about space.

WWhatevver.
I wwill be pleased as punch if she decides to not do anythin' wwith me.

[wwhiner]

wwell that just means youll be rottin inside her think pan for the rest of her life