You know world, I've been a gameshow host for a long time, and this is the first time anybody ever called me a FAKER. Well, okay, maybe not the FIRST time. But never somebody who was entirely composed of computer chips, and didn't even EXIST, and was only FAKING IT. And who even if he DID exist, would be MADE OUT OF SHIT. And...

Okay, okay, mailbomb me, Iceknife. I really haven't the gumption to care one way or another. Email my balls off. Erase my soul. Rewrite my entire personality as a bunch of ones and zeroes which never amount to ANYTHING. Lock me in the prison of my own skull with nothing but dick to eat for all eternity, I don't care. Ride me like a horsie. Today I went down to the post office and got a new job, and I really LIKE it, and nothing means anything anymore, and the only way I can budge one emotion out of my skull IS to fake it and rip off lines from disconnected sources and D&D references. And if you take that away from me, Iceknife, I really haven't got anything left. I'm a toaster with legs, switch me on or off, run me over with a tank, paint a happy face on me and make me dance around I'll still be a TOOL. A dead melted Snurg without trace of gung. A svung. A dung. A lung bung crungung-gung-gaWUNG-GA-SPUNG!!! A DRUNG! A WEE WILLY WUNG-GRUNG!!

HA! This is my last post ever, and all I can say is PASS NASS RASSSSS! All I can say is OOOOOOOO! Noooooooboobooo!! Ring around the great and powerful stickum-bickum, go ahead God, Iceknife, just BASH my account in! Just BASH ME UP! CRASH me! Cash me in, o SLASH me! Ooh yeah, KILL ME! I'm too annoying! I'm too wussy, Lord, I haven't got any positive qualities! So KILL ME! I haven't got anything entertaining to say except FTYIDOFYUFITY IYDRTIDTFUOOFYYIOFUIGYUIGYYUYUFTTYDFYUUFI!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I mean, how derivative! CHUNG??! You've got to be kidding me! Who is this guy, and why isn't he DEAD? BOOM!!! *kkkkk...

WAIT! I forgot the BAD SHAKESPEARE QUOTES! Okay, okay...

Alas, thus thus. Yes. And tho' in the valley of SPUNNG I could not stand the terrible onslaught of the mighty foe, thus was I CHUNSKED before my time, oh woe, but alas my time was since long due, oh yoe MTV Raps, for I was too cheezy and lame to live. For some must live and some must be CRUSHED, thus danc'st yon spere along its merry way!

(gets struck by lightning and eaten by "Bob" for a SNACK!)

-penis of disgusting hick in your face, Iceknife, yeah this is me EATING YOU OFF! Oh yeah, this is me CRUNCHING UNDER YOUR HEEL baby this is me dumping a truckload of ugly squids on your computer! This is ME, honey! NOT YOU! I AM ME, ooooooooh yeah.... I sucked your momma's soul out on the way home old chap, sorry about that, go ahead and BASH my account in, I deserve it after doing such horrible rapine deeds to everyone you ever cared about, Iceknife. Yeah...

(jacks off on himself and is crushed in iceknife's fist as iceknife jacks off using QPM's blood as lubricant as another giant QPM who is a giant to Iceknife's giant also crushes Iceknife with a pen and WRITES HIM TO DEATH! WRITE WRITE WRITE!)

Yeah honey, get your bones off my PENS, I'M TRYING TO WORK HERE!

-Idiot martyr for an incomprehensible and hopelessly moronic and nonexistent cause QPM

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