Aloha, or as they say in the old country, Hello!

[Tupac L. Porker]

  Behold Brethren.. Fleshy.. sweat covered, ugly, little, ugh don't look at me with those fat eyes. Yes, I mean you! Reading my words; Eye-balling my letters. With that orb of grease you call an optical organ. This is by far the grossest group ye.... Oh, that wasn't a thought.

**That's better. God look at them. At least they can't read this now. Giving me THEIR crackling prepubescent voice in that hollow skull of theirs as they read my golden thoughts.. well as they read me. Oh...oh god look at that one with the mole. Did I use to look like that? hhh just be polite just .. dont look in their eyes!! THEY EAT YOUR SOUL**

  Heyy : ) HIIIIIIiii.. um... you guys.. your something special. Your. You sure are somthin'. 
uhhh...
  My name is Tupac L. Porker. I was once a member years ago under some other name until I was tragically killed by Theoretical Jesus
for the sake of inspiring a slightly mediocre short story by Stephen King about, you guessed it, a boy who was tragically killed by
Theoretical Jesus for the sake of inspiring a slightly mediocre short story by Stephen King about a boy who was tragically killed by
Theoretical Jesus for the sake of inspiring a slightly mediocre short story by Stephen King about.  Now I live in the hearts and minds of today's youth, which apparently resides souly on the internet. And now I communicate to you from beyond the grave.



..sup

[Faust]

*Shepards crook slowly comes across the stage before yanking you off *

[Tupac L. Porker]

Why are there Shepherds backstage?

[Nephew Twiddleton]

*Shepards crook slowly comes across the stage before yanking you off *

A mo chara, who teh fuck is this spag?

[Tupac L. Porker]

I know! This guy. pshh wtf is that all about.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Sure, dude.

[Tupac L. Porker]

You guys have the sense of humor of a wombat. What do you go around all day "Hey, hows it going"?

[Faust]

Why are there Shepherds backstage?

There are always Shepard's behind the scenes.

*ominous pretensions*

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Ok...

[Tupac L. Porker]

Why are there Shepherds backstage?

There are always Shepard's behind the scenes.

*ominous pretensions*

Everyone needs an understudy. They're just waiting for the aids to kills us out to take over. Its like some sort of god awful zombie apocalypse except with straw hats and colloquialisms.
That or goats

[Faust]

goats see

[Tupac L. Porker]

Ok...

Couldn't tell if you were speaking Chinese or insulting me so I took the more paranoid option.
unless your confusion is a continued insult as in "Ok..what is wrong with these people" if so I admire your persistence. 

and you betta watch yourself

[Tupac L. Porker]

goats see

They also hear. they hear your hopes and dreams. They write them down so later
they can crush them.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

I don't speak any non-European languages, and I only speak one fluently.

My ok was I don't understand what the hell is going on?

[Tupac L. Porker]

I don't speak any non-European languages, and I only speak one fluently.

My ok was I don't understand what the hell is going on?

My introduction was a joke. The current conversation is serendipitous, except for the part where I explain the conversation in the conversation. That makes it more linear I think. of course comparing a conversation to a line is abstract soo.. It is probably safe to say there is no conversation as abstract things do not exist.