Cobra Jet wrote:
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> > Hehehehe. You're too easy.
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> What's that mean? The master psychological manipulator has floated
> something vile, and a decent person has pointed it out? Another of
> your pathetic little conceits. Just because you write something vile
> that is certain to trigger a normal response from a normal person,
> doesn't mean you've put something over on that person. It just means
> that you're vile. Like I already said, if what I've written makes me a
> jerk in the eyes of you and your little band of ass-kissers, I'm
> honored. I really am.
Then honored you are.
You cannot take down the immortal CobraJet, Wacko Willy. Illustrious, magnificent, omnipotent; I am all of this and more. I am the sharpest mechanic, the fastest racer, the cleverest writer. The most desireable women claw each other for the chance to swoon in my presence. Legions of mortal men impale themselves rather than suffer my wrath. The body count exceeds mathematical limits. And so it has been for centuries.
But you *are* honored, Billy. Why? You are my best score. Think of it; your fear and loathing steaming inside of your for these four lonely years, ever since I put you in your place at the start. The pressure building and building until one day, you crack, fold, shatter. And so the angst flows out under the guise of moral indignation, flailing about this and that all the while showing that your anger has blinded you to logic or reason or truth. Yes, you have truly shown these two groups of people what you are made of: a little man with a little life who has expended his righteous seed in hopes of forming a lynch mob to expel someone who doesn't exist. Thing is, you're the only one in the mob.
So, be proud of yourself, silly human. Scratch that itch that's been under your skin for four years. Remember me every time you see a rotting car or an old person slipping from life. Remember that for there to be *good*, there has to be evil.
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