TOO LATE. I AM THE REIGNING KING OF THIS VERITABLE CESSPOOL. I PAID THE IRON PRICE AND NOW THE THRONE IS MINE. YOUR DEMOTION IS FINAL. YOU MAY SUBMIT ALL COMPLAINTS TO THE DEPARTMENT OF "HAHA NO CHANCE, BUTTMUNCH" LOCATED DIRECTLY IN MY FISTS. IF YOU RUN REALLY HARD INTO THEM WHILE SCREAMING I WILL DIRECT YOUR CONCERNS TO HUMAN RESOURCES. BUT I CAN'T PROMISE THEY WON'T EAT YOU THERE.
[ None of this making any sense? Good. ]
I WILL BE A LITTLE MORE SERIOUS FOR A MOMENT TO INFORM YOU YES YOU WERE HERE BEFORE. YOU CAN BELIEVE IT OR NOT, IT DOESN'T MATTER TO ME AND I DOUBT IT MATTERS TO ANYONE ELSE. THOUGH I GUESS BOTH YOU AND I SHOULD BE GRATEFUL THAT YOUR RETURN HERE WAS THROUGH NORMAL MEANS AND NOT THE PLACE WHERE THAT TERRIFYING STATUE WAS HUNTING US DOWN. OH YEAH NOW THAT YOU'RE BACK I CAN ACTUALLY SAY YOU WERE RIGHT ABOUT THE ANGELS. IT IS PROBABLY THE ONLY THING YOU'VE EVER BEEN RIGHT ABOUT IN YOUR SHORT EXISTENCE BUT JEGUS CRACKERS SMOTHERED IN BLOOD, THOSE THINGS ARE HORRIFYING. THE FULL EXPLANATION IS A LONG STORY THAT I FRANKLY WON'T GO INTO.
[ because it involves him being worried about Eridan, delirious with fever, running from a weeping angel, then keeling over dead from disease. but mostly it's the first thing he'd rather not own up to. not at the moment, anyway. ]
I COULD DECIPHER YOUR MEANING BUT LET'S BE HONEST THE FUCKS I GIVE ABOUT YOUR OPINION ARE SOMEWHERE BETWEEN NEGATIVE TEN AND NOPE.
text; THEMS FIGHTIN WURDS and by that I mean <3
I AM THE REIGNING KING OF THIS VERITABLE CESSPOOL.
I PAID THE IRON PRICE AND NOW THE THRONE IS MINE.
YOUR DEMOTION IS FINAL.
YOU MAY SUBMIT ALL COMPLAINTS TO THE DEPARTMENT OF "HAHA NO CHANCE, BUTTMUNCH" LOCATED DIRECTLY IN MY FISTS.
IF YOU RUN REALLY HARD INTO THEM WHILE SCREAMING I WILL DIRECT YOUR CONCERNS TO HUMAN RESOURCES.
BUT I CAN'T PROMISE THEY WON'T EAT YOU THERE.
[ None of this making any sense? Good. ]
I WILL BE A LITTLE MORE SERIOUS FOR A MOMENT TO INFORM YOU YES
YOU WERE HERE BEFORE.
YOU CAN BELIEVE IT OR NOT, IT DOESN'T MATTER TO ME AND I DOUBT IT MATTERS TO ANYONE ELSE.
THOUGH I GUESS BOTH YOU AND I SHOULD BE GRATEFUL THAT YOUR RETURN HERE WAS THROUGH NORMAL MEANS AND NOT THE PLACE WHERE THAT TERRIFYING STATUE WAS HUNTING US DOWN.
OH YEAH
NOW THAT YOU'RE BACK I CAN ACTUALLY SAY
YOU WERE RIGHT ABOUT THE ANGELS.
IT IS PROBABLY THE ONLY THING YOU'VE EVER BEEN RIGHT ABOUT IN YOUR SHORT EXISTENCE BUT JEGUS CRACKERS SMOTHERED IN BLOOD, THOSE THINGS ARE HORRIFYING.
THE FULL EXPLANATION IS A LONG STORY THAT I FRANKLY WON'T GO INTO.
[ because it involves him being worried about Eridan, delirious with fever, running from a weeping angel, then keeling over dead from disease. but mostly it's the first thing he'd rather not own up to. not at the moment, anyway. ]
I COULD DECIPHER YOUR MEANING BUT LET'S BE HONEST
THE FUCKS I GIVE ABOUT YOUR OPINION ARE SOMEWHERE BETWEEN NEGATIVE TEN AND NOPE.