Of course you do you
pseudo-intellectual wannabe aristocrat homo.
Hym "Look at this fucking guy! Look at him! You talk to a guy who won a
popularity contest that half the constituency didn't vote in and now he's sophisticated he thinks, look at him. Now he's an intellectual! A thought-leader even!"
Douglarse the fairy "I have more
sophistication in my little FINGER then you have-"
Hym "Not with a dick in your butt Douglarse! No
sophistication there! Then it's just shit-covered meat. Are you the shit or the meat, Douglarse? I got $50 on shit. It's in the name. Dougl-arse👈 You see it? No? Take a look
Here, ☝️ see? Arse. That's you. Arse of the 'Dougl' variety. Is that the thing, Douglarse? Do Jordan's thing? Be a good little cog in the shifting clockwork that comprises the background of my reality, or else because nothing I have to say matters anyway? So Douglarse can prance around and drink champagne and play dress up while postulating the ways in which EVERYONE ELSE is failing society."
Douglarse "I'm doing what I should be doing! Playing at argumentation with tomato cans who have agreed not to destroy me and stroking the egos of old men I want money from. Like a sugar-baby."
Hym "A red flag he says! You feel like you're from a different world because
you're a lispy and delusional queer. The world you live in is not reality. It's fancy-pants
intellectual faggotry simulator. And nobody wants to live in facy-pants
intellectual faggot simulator at the cost of every else living under a system of values that literally serves no purpose other than to let you play posh sodomite simulator while everyone else labors QUITELY AND DESPERATELY beneath you."
Douglarse "Just shut up and work so I can get wine drug at a dinner party and get my shit-hole stretched in a penthouse you cretins!
You're boring me."
