Hym "Right, so I'm working and this guy calls me lazy. I work a thankless job that does not adequately pay my bills.
Somebody has to do it or that business that everyone uses no longer exists. Then I come home and write LITERALLY billions of dollars worth of dialogue for which I am not credited and give away for free. And not just dialogue but a profound logos that has inspired the world. If my power wasn't off I would be engaging in my hobby of which my level of skill is literally 98th percentile or higher. You're having a light jog. A light jog makes you not lazy? Are you trying hard? Is that what you're doing? Fucking trash. Literally trash. The difference between him and me if that if I received the credit I deserved I wouldn't have to work. Working would be something I did for fun to stave off boredom and he couldn't do the thing I have already done in a million years. There is no conceivable reality where this guy is able to do what I've done here. He's having a jog though isn't he? How are the lights in your house you
fucking piece of shit?
Go fuck yourself."