[I know full well it's not his birthday. Presumably, he knows that I know that. And I know that he knows that I know that, so I'm giving him ample opportunity to... oh, I don't know, take the fucking Pokemon and not ask questions?]
I caught it in self defence way back when, and not to blow my own horn, but I'd say I made a pretty valiant attempt at turning it into something usable. It's alright. The immunity to Ground typing's nice, the self-buffing is solid, and its offensive coverage ain't lacking neither.
Only thing is, every time I use it, I gotta spend half the battle dodging fire and brimstone. Not that it isn't aiming for the intended targets, it's just also lining up its shots to try and take me out with them.
[How dare you assume Tyler isn't a nosy asshole, really.]
Only because the way you phrase everything seems like you're in a constant state of trying to MAKE problems.
You sing your Pokemon's functional praise, talk about how it tries to murder you with the open implication that it's an inherent personality trait of which I might become the next victim, openly admit to using me as a trash can for it and then have the balls to ask if there's a problem with this scenario like you're not actively creating one.]
I'm kind of impressed at how hard you're working to make yourself out as a terrible person, likely in some misguided attempt to make me stop talking to you.
You're right, I should have blocked you to begin with.
[Actually blocking him would be too obvious, and could give him the mistaken impression his words have any place in the arena of ideas that have any relationship to truth, relevance, or essentiality.]
But if you're really going to be that much of a baby about it, I'd doubt that you're in any danger from yon chip-amok off Yaldabaoth's helioprosopic block.
Unless prolonged proximity to yours truly has done some kind of unknown permanent damage to its magical superpsyche. Then yeah, you might be in some danger.
You say that, but you've approached me more times than the other way around. So, you know. Even if you block me I'd probably still see you around the same amount.
I'll keep a water-bottle on hand. [you smarmy fuck]
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[I know full well it's not his birthday. Presumably, he knows that I know that. And I know that he knows that I know that, so I'm giving him ample opportunity to... oh, I don't know, take the fucking Pokemon and not ask questions?]
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...a floating rock. That the Pokedex says is psychic.]
Did this thing try and kill you that one time too many, that you just decided to foist it off on the first person you saw.
Why the fuck do you even OWN psychics?
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Close.
I caught it in self defence way back when, and not to blow my own horn, but I'd say I made a pretty valiant attempt at turning it into something usable. It's alright. The immunity to Ground typing's nice, the self-buffing is solid, and its offensive coverage ain't lacking neither.
Only thing is, every time I use it, I gotta spend half the battle dodging fire and brimstone. Not that it isn't aiming for the intended targets, it's just also lining up its shots to try and take me out with them.
So I binned it. Now it's yours.
Problem?
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Only because the way you phrase everything seems like you're in a constant state of trying to MAKE problems.
You sing your Pokemon's functional praise, talk about how it tries to murder you with the open implication that it's an inherent personality trait of which I might become the next victim, openly admit to using me as a trash can for it and then have the balls to ask if there's a problem with this scenario like you're not actively creating one.]
[To Dirk's credit, here, Tyler isn't actually mad. Just. Kind of baffled.]
I'm kind of impressed at how hard you're working to make yourself out as a terrible person, likely in some misguided attempt to make me stop talking to you.
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[Actually blocking him would be too obvious, and could give him the mistaken impression his words have any place in the arena of ideas that have any relationship to truth, relevance, or essentiality.]
But if you're really going to be that much of a baby about it, I'd doubt that you're in any danger from yon chip-amok off Yaldabaoth's helioprosopic block.
Unless prolonged proximity to yours truly has done some kind of unknown permanent damage to its magical superpsyche. Then yeah, you might be in some danger.
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I'll keep a water-bottle on hand. [you smarmy fuck]
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