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[jumpthegun]

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[mrcreamsicles]

the guy who was my father ran a puppet themed porn site and died fighting an evil omnipotent dog
youre a stuffy british man whod sooner try the im older than you argument to keep from admitting he has a guilt complex
when i literally told you ill drop the whole thing if you just come out and say it
but youre like a drunk who just barfed all over my shoes and then swears to god he hasnt had a single drink
the issues are right there watson
youre the one who horfed them up on me
and if you keep trying to bs me about it im gonna keep rubbing your nose in it

[jumpthegun]

[John's still very tempted to just hang up. He doesn't want to deal with this right now. Also, what the hell is your life, Davesprite?]

It's a competition, then. Right.

You've got me. I've got a guilt complex.

[Can you read the sarcasm, Davesprite? He hopes you can.]

[mrcreamsicles]

[You don't know the half of it, Watson.]

youre really stupid you know that
admit it to yourself
because youre the one with the problem
but whatever im out

[jumpthegun]

I'm told that quite often, yes. Good morning.

[John's beginning to really dislike some of the kids here. Maybe he and Alfie can start a club for that.]

[mrcreamsicles]

[Too bad, Watson. He's stubborn, and like it or not he's concerned because you're a one man disaster.]

[He politely refrains from calling out his egregious Britishism, too. Good morning is a greeting, you tool.]