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[asmywitness]

[[Tyler screens his calls - anyone who tries to actually call him, he'll text back in reply.]]

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[asmywitness]

[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.]

[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.

[uber_marionettist]

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.

[asmywitness]

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]

[uber_marionettist]

I didn't say I found the mere sight of you offensive, but I can. That's a service I'm offering right now for free.

[asmywitness]

I demand a 2000 word essay in iambic pentameter.