[@Lauder]


Shit, don't sweat the syllable soup, my jurassic justice juggernaut. If my cobblestone communication gets too mixed up in its arrival to the ear, motherfucking, station. Just wave some sound wobbles at me and I'll try to translate to a neutral state.


Shit, yeah, we can maybe, motherfucking, be brewing in the toxin at a local memory hole where your feline fester in the froth with mine and somehow convinces him to allow her to write a journal on his behavor changes/fleshly failings at the loss of his brain railings. Maybe through a bet, payment way back before the game starts its tracks, or whatever way that doth best display your character relays.