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The [probability] that this has only to do with big [floppy] [weiners] and retard sex cults.

Hym "Otherwise it wouldn't have had the effect that it'[s] had..." Iam "You gotta stop doing that." Hym "He'[s] perfectly comfortable doing to us. He's fine. We're pals." Iam "He'[s] clearly not [happy] about this." Hym "I'm clearly not [happy] about the retard sex cult and the [shit]-head going all 'zodiac killer' on my writing and making MORE MONEY THAN ANYTHING ELSE HE'[S] EVER DONE. How'[s] that for talent? Should I go to film school? Oh, wait, I'm already better than the [people] who did. This is fucking wild my [guy]. This perfectly illustrates my initial assertion. 'If you want to be better than us you have to try! Aquire some credentials to wield against us. Let us harvest you like a corpse of everything you have. Your suffering is nourishment for the horde' who'[s] to say I would even have to try to excel in a field that I have no background in? Brilliant philosophical insight, writing talent, I have it all. Should I be given my due? Nah. I'm fine. I should just lay here while the horde fucks me? Should I struggle harder to make it more entertaining for them? Should I [chop] into the limbs of the unfeeling, schizophrenic horde? Who knows. How could one ever decide..." Iam "Sorry, he's in a mood today." Hym "Nah, I'm glad it'll help [people]. Non-consentual, horde-mandated altruism. I'm like Simon of Cyrene over here. Zero problems over here."

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