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tipsyGnostalgic [TG] began bothering timaeusTestified [TT]
TG: hhaaaaayyyyy
TG: dirky dik dirkirk dir kdrick dirk diiiikryhyyyyyyy
TG: lol kirk
TG: bes typo
TG: *bestr
TG: *fuck
TG: xmon i know youre here
TG: *there but hewre works too
TG: *hewre
TG: fukkit
TG: come on strokm dont let mew down
TG: ^lol mew
TG: i gots words to say!
TG: mprtant words!
TT: Are they ever anything but?
TG: noep
TG: but these words r SPESHUL
TG: and no ikm not hitrting on u
TT: I would hope not. That sounds as unpleasant as it is perplexing.
TG: o harrdy har
TG: see hoe much im laffin
TG: *lol how
TT: No, I don't. I can't see you at all, in fact, something that is relevant in two ways.
TG: PFFFffffffffffffffff
TG: wateva
TG: i jiust wated to sAYT
TG: *many typos
TG: .............,,
TG: .............................................
TG: ...
TG: o come on jirky
TG: *dirky
TG: *no wsAIT JERKY
TG: wops cajps
TT: Come on what?
TG: nio sense of darma
TG: lived a littttleeeeee
TG: *lice
TG: ^ smore like it
TT: Lalonde uses CONFOUND! It's super effective!
TT: I have been bested in this battle of sense. I simply cannot comprehend a lice of darma.
TG: le sign
TG: ur trakin care of us
TG: makin plans
TG: keepin ur chill
TG: its nice ok
TT: Well,
TT: You certainly don't make it easy, but I appreciate the sentiment.
TG: and
TG: above akk
TG: *all
TG: ...
TG: u take it all in stride...r.
Dirk's straight face immediately gave way to a pained cringe. It was unavoidable, really; a blow that powerful could be dealt with in no other way. No pokerface in the world could remain stoic after something so unfathomably shitty.
For a while, he said nothing. There was nothing that could be said, so he let the silence speak for itself. After a brief pause, he could see strings of "lol" repeated and rearranged. The fact that no other letter presented itself spoke volumes.
TG: lol
TG: llolololoololloolol
TG: lol lol lol
TG: cmon it was greta
TT: No.
timaeusTestified [TT] ceased pestering tipsyGnostalgic [TG]
TG: fuk