Now that Boo is gone, I just wanted to say that all you neurotic internet drama queens can heap drunken abuse on me if it helps bolster your fragile self-esteem. Bring it on; it's all good. Watch it bounce off the bear suit, bitch.
That's right. I'm in a fucking BEAR SUIT, mother-fuckers. Whatcha gonna do about it? Rocket-propelled grenades couldn't penetrate this hide.
Just don't make any comments about stuff that I do or say, or how I look. 'Cause I'm kinda sensitive about that.
That said, I would like to close with my haughtiest super-villain laugh. But this is the internet, so you'll have to imagine it in your head. But pretend it's like Skeletor and Magneto combined. And that it goes on for three or four minutes. That's how I'm laughing at you all, right now.
