Person A: no
way it's the dude who has the Skittle Touch! That must be so awesome
Person B: is it awesome? Everything I touch is reduced to atoms. I have killed my
friends and loved ones by simply showing affection and hugging them; my actions are the antithesis of my motives. I will never see them again. I live in perpetual dismay at the destruction and misery I have inadvertently caused. And every second of every single day I contemplate shaking my own hand. Because only then can I free myself of this miserable, painful existence. And I wish to do this to protect this world from myself, as I fear I
may touch the ground and turn us all into
Skittles; I am a caring
man, yet I have become the manifestation of death: the destroyer of lives and inevitable obliteration of worlds.
Person A:
lmao dope