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asksassynamor:

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HAHA, H⇶Y, FUCK⇶R, I ALSO M⇶NTION⇶D MOTH⇶RFUCKING MACHIN⇶S AND W⇶APONS MANUFACTURING. I GU⇶SS THAT BIG BRAIN OF YOURS WAS TOO FUCKING PR⇶OCCUPI⇶D WITH ALL OF THIS FUCKING FANTASTIC SHIT YOU SAY YOU KNOW FOR YOU TO FINISH R⇶ADING THAT MOTH⇶RFUCKING LIN⇶? AND, SHIT, IF CLAIMING THAT YOU’R⇶ SOM⇶ PRODIGY AND THAT H⇶R FUCKING GLORIOUS COND⇶SC⇶NTION’S ARMY IS ALL UP ON YOUR DICK FOR YOUR KNOW-HOW ISN’T SUGG⇶STING THAT YOU ‘KNOW IT ALL,’ TH⇶N FUCK IF I KNOW WHAT IS!

krauka, leave it. he’s cornered and can’t retort in an appropriate manner. you have more pressinq matters to attend to. 

HAHA, ALRIGHT ⇶ZARA, I’LL B⇶ GOOD AND G⇶T MY ASS BACK TO WORK.

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velocitiestrumpet:

T⇶N FUCKING IMP⇶RIAL CR⇶DITS SAYS THAT THIS FUCK⇶R’S LESS THAN 50 SW⇶⇶PS OLD AND TALKING SHIT LIK⇶ H⇶’S WORTH ANY OF IT.

SH: it’s okay, my fine upstanding sister.

SH: he’ll get his.

SH: 8oB

— I am under fifty sweeps old. I am nine sweeps old and my work has already received the attention of many of my superiors off planet —

HAHA, S⇶⇶, YOU’R⇶ JUST A FUCKING INFANT, TH⇶N! CAN’T ⇶XP⇶CT A LITTL⇶ SHIT LIK⇶ YOU TO KNOW HIS FUCKING PLAC⇶ Y⇶T.

S⇶⇶, YOU MAY THINK THAT YOUR BRAINS AR⇶ PR⇶TTY FUCKING ⇶XC⇶PTIONAL, BUT DO YOU HAV⇶ ANY ID⇶A HOW MANY OF US TH⇶R⇶ AR⇶, SPR⇶AD ACROSS THIS VAST MOTH⇶RFUCKING UNIV⇶RS⇶? TH⇶R⇶ ARE ⇶NTIR⇶ FL⇶⇶TS STUFF⇶D TO TH⇶ FUCKING GILLS WITH BRAINY BLU⇶BLOODS AND OTH⇶R FUCK⇶RS OF THAT L⇶V⇶L, CREATING STATE-OF-THE-ART CUR⇶S FOR SHIT YOU OUGHT TO JUST B⇶ ALLOW⇶D TO DI⇶ FROM IF YOU’R⇶ BITCH ⇶NOUGH TO CONTRACT IT, AND MANUFACTURING SHIPS AND W⇶APONRY THAT YOU COULDN’T ⇶V⇶N MANAG⇶ IN YOUR WORST FUCKING NIGHTMAR⇶S!

YOU FORG⇶T THAT YOU’R⇶ PART OF A RAC⇶ OF WARRIORS, FUCKHOL⇶. AND D⇶SPIT⇶ B⇶ING FOTUNAT⇶ ⇶NOUGH TO PLAY HOST TO SOM⇶ OF TH⇶ FIN⇶ST FUCKING FLUID OUR SP⇶CI⇶S HAS TO OFF⇶R, YOU MANAG⇶D TO PUPAT⇶ WITHOUT ⇶V⇶N A DROP OF TH⇶ MOTH⇶RFUCKING FIR⇶ THAT BURNS INSID⇶ OF US AND K⇶⇶PS US SMOULD⇶RING FOR HUNDR⇶DS MOR⇶ SW⇶⇶PS THAN ANY OTH⇶R MOTH⇶RFUCKING LAND-DW⇶LL⇶R OUT TH⇶V⇶. YOU DON’T D⇶S⇶RV⇶ YOUR INDIGO. YOU’R⇶ JUST A FUCKING ⇶MPTY BUCK⇶T.

SO I SUGG⇶ST YOU SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH AND L⇶ARN A LITTL⇶ BIT MOR⇶ B⇶FORE YOU GO AND FUCKING ASSUM⇶ THAT YOU KNOW IT ALL, BITCH.

— I like how you assume my work is all about finding cures and that I have said that I know it all —

— You are funny, a very funny indigoblood. Dull, but funny -

— Please, do not put words into my mouth that were not there before. It only serves to show your lack of intelligence —

HAHA, H⇶Y, FUCK⇶R, I ALSO M⇶NTION⇶D MOTH⇶RFUCKING MACHIN⇶S AND W⇶APONS MANUFACTURING. I GU⇶SS THAT BIG BRAIN OF YOURS WAS TOO FUCKING PR⇶OCCUPI⇶D WITH ALL OF THIS FUCKING FANTASTIC SHIT YOU SAY YOU KNOW FOR YOU TO FINISH R⇶ADING THAT MOTH⇶RFUCKING LIN⇶?

— I skimmed over it. I’m currently in the middle of a very important autopsy at the moment and when I see novels like yours around, I only skim over them. —

— Why not give me the Too long; Did not read version? —

HAHA! SO YOU’R⇶ NOT TOO BUSY TO TALK SHIT FOR FUCKING HOURS TO MY LITTL⇶ FUCKING SUBJUGGLATOR-TO-B⇶, WHO’S STILL A FUCKING CHILD ⇶V⇶N BY YOUR SHIT STANDARDS, BUT AS SOON AS BITCH COM⇶S UP AND FUCKING CALLS YOU OUT ON HOW MUCH LOOS⇶, RUNNY SHIT YOUR ASS HAS B⇶⇶N SPRAYING, YOU’R⇶ SUDD⇶NLY TOO BUSY TO R⇶AD? FUCKING PR⇶DICTABL⇶ WRIGGL⇶R TACTICS.

I’M GONNA’ B⇶ FUCKING M⇶RCIFUL AND SPAR⇶ YOU TH⇶ ⇶MBARRASM⇶NT OF TRYING TO D⇶F⇶ND YOURS⇶LF AGAINST THE FIN⇶ FUCKING FACTS THAT I’V⇶ B⇶⇶N WRITING. G⇶T BACK TO YOUR SUP⇶R FUCKING IMPORTANT WORK, BABYDICK.

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arrowtoyourknee:

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velocitiestrumpet:

T⇶N FUCKING IMP⇶RIAL CR⇶DITS SAYS THAT THIS FUCK⇶R’S LESS THAN 50 SW⇶⇶PS OLD AND TALKING SHIT LIK⇶ H⇶’S WORTH ANY OF IT.

SH: it’s okay, my fine upstanding sister.

SH: he’ll get his.

SH: 8oB

— I am under fifty sweeps old. I am nine sweeps old and my work has already received the attention of many of my superiors off planet —

HAHA, S⇶⇶, YOU’R⇶ JUST A FUCKING INFANT, TH⇶N! CAN’T ⇶XP⇶CT A LITTL⇶ SHIT LIK⇶ YOU TO KNOW HIS FUCKING PLAC⇶ Y⇶T.

S⇶⇶, YOU MAY THINK THAT YOUR BRAINS AR⇶ PR⇶TTY FUCKING ⇶XC⇶PTIONAL, BUT DO YOU HAV⇶ ANY ID⇶A HOW MANY OF US TH⇶R⇶ AR⇶, SPR⇶AD ACROSS THIS VAST MOTH⇶RFUCKING UNIV⇶RS⇶? TH⇶R⇶ ARE ⇶NTIR⇶ FL⇶⇶TS STUFF⇶D TO TH⇶ FUCKING GILLS WITH BRAINY BLU⇶BLOODS AND OTH⇶R FUCK⇶RS OF THAT L⇶V⇶L, CREATING STATE-OF-THE-ART CUR⇶S FOR SHIT YOU OUGHT TO JUST B⇶ ALLOW⇶D TO DI⇶ FROM IF YOU’R⇶ BITCH ⇶NOUGH TO CONTRACT IT, AND MANUFACTURING SHIPS AND W⇶APONRY THAT YOU COULDN’T ⇶V⇶N MANAG⇶ IN YOUR WORST FUCKING NIGHTMAR⇶S!

YOU FORG⇶T THAT YOU’R⇶ PART OF A RAC⇶ OF WARRIORS, FUCKHOL⇶. AND D⇶SPIT⇶ B⇶ING FOTUNAT⇶ ⇶NOUGH TO PLAY HOST TO SOM⇶ OF TH⇶ FIN⇶ST FUCKING FLUID OUR SP⇶CI⇶S HAS TO OFF⇶R, YOU MANAG⇶D TO PUPAT⇶ WITHOUT ⇶V⇶N A DROP OF TH⇶ MOTH⇶RFUCKING FIR⇶ THAT BURNS INSID⇶ OF US AND K⇶⇶PS US SMOULD⇶RING FOR HUNDR⇶DS MOR⇶ SW⇶⇶PS THAN ANY OTH⇶R MOTH⇶RFUCKING LAND-DW⇶LL⇶R OUT TH⇶V⇶. YOU DON’T D⇶S⇶RV⇶ YOUR INDIGO. YOU’R⇶ JUST A FUCKING ⇶MPTY BUCK⇶T.

SO I SUGG⇶ST YOU SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH AND L⇶ARN A LITTL⇶ BIT MOR⇶ B⇶FORE YOU GO AND FUCKING ASSUM⇶ THAT YOU KNOW IT ALL, BITCH.

— I like how you assume my work is all about finding cures and that I have said that I know it all —

— You are funny, a very funny indigoblood. Dull, but funny -

— Please, do not put words into my mouth that were not there before. It only serves to show your lack of intelligence —

HAHA, H⇶Y, FUCK⇶R, I ALSO M⇶NTION⇶D MOTH⇶RFUCKING MACHIN⇶S AND W⇶APONS MANUFACTURING. I GU⇶SS THAT BIG BRAIN OF YOURS WAS TOO FUCKING PR⇶OCCUPI⇶D WITH ALL OF THIS FUCKING FANTASTIC SHIT YOU SAY YOU KNOW FOR YOU TO FINISH R⇶ADING THAT MOTH⇶RFUCKING LIN⇶? AND, SHIT, IF CLAIMING THAT YOU’R⇶ SOM⇶ PRODIGY AND THAT H⇶R FUCKING GLORIOUS COND⇶SC⇶NTION’S ARMY IS ALL UP ON YOUR DICK FOR YOUR KNOW-HOW ISN’T SUGG⇶STING THAT YOU ‘KNOW IT ALL,’ TH⇶N FUCK IF I KNOW WHAT IS!

autopiccoroner:

velocitiestrumpet:

T⇶N FUCKING IMP⇶RIAL CR⇶DITS SAYS THAT THIS FUCK⇶R’S LESS THAN 50 SW⇶⇶PS OLD AND TALKING SHIT LIK⇶ H⇶’S WORTH ANY OF IT.

SH: it’s okay, my fine upstanding sister.

SH: he’ll get his.

SH: 8oB

— I am under fifty sweeps old. I am nine sweeps old and my work has already received the attention of many of my superiors off planet —

HAHA, S⇶⇶, YOU’R⇶ JUST A FUCKING INFANT, TH⇶N! CAN’T ⇶XP⇶CT A LITTL⇶ SHIT LIK⇶ YOU TO KNOW HIS FUCKING PLAC⇶ Y⇶T.

S⇶⇶, YOU MAY THINK THAT YOUR BRAINS AR⇶ PR⇶TTY FUCKING ⇶XC⇶PTIONAL, BUT DO YOU HAV⇶ ANY ID⇶A HOW MANY OF US TH⇶R⇶ AR⇶, SPR⇶AD ACROSS THIS VAST MOTH⇶RFUCKING UNIV⇶RS⇶? TH⇶R⇶ ARE ⇶NTIR⇶ FL⇶⇶TS STUFF⇶D TO TH⇶ FUCKING GILLS WITH BRAINY BLU⇶BLOODS AND OTH⇶R FUCK⇶RS OF THAT L⇶V⇶L, CREATING STATE-OF-THE-ART CUR⇶S FOR SHIT YOU OUGHT TO JUST B⇶ ALLOW⇶D TO DI⇶ FROM IF YOU’R⇶ BITCH ⇶NOUGH TO CONTRACT IT, AND MANUFACTURING SHIPS AND W⇶APONRY THAT YOU COULDN’T ⇶V⇶N MANAG⇶ IN YOUR WORST FUCKING NIGHTMAR⇶S!

YOU FORG⇶T THAT YOU’R⇶ PART OF A RAC⇶ OF WARRIORS, FUCKHOL⇶. AND D⇶SPIT⇶ B⇶ING FOTUNAT⇶ ⇶NOUGH TO PLAY HOST TO SOM⇶ OF TH⇶ FIN⇶ST FUCKING FLUID OUR SP⇶CI⇶S HAS TO OFF⇶R, YOU MANAG⇶D TO PUPAT⇶ WITHOUT ⇶V⇶N A DROP OF TH⇶ MOTH⇶RFUCKING FIR⇶ THAT BURNS INSID⇶ OF US AND K⇶⇶PS US SMOULD⇶RING FOR HUNDR⇶DS MOR⇶ SW⇶⇶PS THAN ANY OTH⇶R MOTH⇶RFUCKING LAND-DW⇶LL⇶R OUT TH⇶R⇶. YOU DON’T D⇶S⇶RV⇶ YOUR INDIGO. YOU’R⇶ JUST A FUCKING ⇶MPTY BUCK⇶T.

SO I SUGG⇶ST YOU SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH AND L⇶ARN A LITTL⇶ BIT MOR⇶ B⇶FORE YOU GO AND FUCKING ASSUM⇶ THAT YOU KNOW IT ALL, BITCH.