-- gainTweaker
 [GT]
 began pestering carcinoGeneticist
 [CG]
 at 11:4 --


GT: relå+ høtshøt, i åm merely building my pørtphøliø øph phuture shøts øph cønversåtiønål smøking cråters

CG: WELL I CAN CERTAINLY TELL YOU THAT THIS CONVERSATION IS MOST LIKELY GOING TO CRASH AND BURN.

CG: YOU MAY GET YOUR CRATER YET.

GT: i like the søund øph thåt. the ønly thing wørse in my mind thån phuckåsses whø think ållcåps is Internet Långuåge phør YÆLLING, åre things thåt rephuse tø end in å såtisphying climå+

CG: THAT'S SOME FUCKING FASCINATING SHIT RIGHT THERE. YOU MIGHT NOT BE AS DUMB AS THE REST OF THE IDIOTS WHO MESSAGE ME, BUT SOMETHING ABOUT TALKING TO YOU STILL FEELS REDUNDANT.

CG: SO WHY ARE YOU TALKING TO ME AGAIN?

GT: i håve been trying tø åntågønize øne Dåve Striderå

GT: åbøut is suppøsed e+pertise in the phields øph electrønic music prøductiøn

GT: i suspect thåt he is å pøser, but it's hård tø veriphy thrøugh his phålån+ bårråge øph selph-åbsørbed, dense bullshit

CG: OKAY. AND WHY SHOULD I CARE ABOUT YOUR MEANINGLESS ENDEAVORS? IF YOU'RE GOING TO ANTAGONIZE HIM, DO IT FOR SOMETHIGN THAT FUCKING MATTERS AND ISN'T POINTLESS.

GT: i wish i håd søme sørt øph wåy tø... yøu knøw, view him. tø veriphy thåt he åctuålly hås turntåbles in his høme, ånd nøt just PHåkeTåbles phør irønic music åphiciønådøs

CG: I GUESS IF YOU'RE OUT TO FUCK WITH STRIDER I CAN LEND A LITTLE INFORMATION, BUT DON'T GET TOO USED TO THE HOSPITALITY.

CG: YES, BEFORE HIS PLANET DECIDED TO EXPLODE HE DID HAVE TURNTABLES IN HIS HIVE, THAT WASN'T BULLSHIT.

CG: BUT I SUSPECT HIS CREATIONS WERE NOTHING MORE THAN THE TYPICAL BUNCH OF EARGRINDING MOUNDS OF FUCK THAT HUMANS CALL MUSIC.

GT: i håd suspected yøu håve nø perspective phrøm which tø tåke in the gløriøus vistå thåt is the myriåd phørms øph electrønic music

GT: but yøur båd tåste is nøt under scrutiny in this e+chånge

CG: FUCK YOU.

GT: sø iph he isn't å pøser, why døes he dånce årøund the issue sø? whåt å phucking pøseur

CG: I DON'T FUCKING KNOW, I NEVER BOTHERED TO ASK HIM ABOUT THE TURNTABLES BECAUSE I DON'T CARE.

CG: SERIOUSLY WHY THE HELL DID YOU COME TO ME WITH THESE QUESTIONS, I'M NOT EVEN THE ONE SPENDING THE MOST TIME WITH HIM

CG: THE MOST INFORMATION YOU'LL GET FROM ME ABOUT STRIDER IS THAT HE'S AN INSUFFERABLE PRICK WHO SHOULD TAKE A SWANDIVE OFF THE CLIFFS OF DUMBFUCK THE NEXT OPPORTUNITY HE GETS.

CG: ARE YOU GETTING THIS?

CG: ARE YOU TAKING SOME FUCKING NOTES HERE?

GT: imågine å småll piece øph påper thåt ønly reåds "PHUCKÅSS" with å løt øph underlines scråwled beneåth

GT: thøse åre my current nøtes øn yøu

CG: THEN I'M GLAD WE UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER.

CG: IF THERE'S NO OTHER THINGS YOU WISH TO BRING UP TO WASTE MY TIME, I HAVE SHIT THAT NEEDS DOING.

GT: like whåt

CG: THINGS THAT ARE NONE OF YOU FUCKING BUSINESS, THAT'S WHAT.

CG: I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY I ENTERTAINED THIS TYRADE OF STUPID FUCKING QUESTIONS TO BEGIN WITH.

GT: hey its nøt like im trying tø get under yøur skin ør ånything phuckphåce, im just genuinely curiøus ås tø whåt å løser like yøu cøuld be wåsting his time with presently

CG: I'VE ALREADY STATED HOW MUCH OF YOUR BUSINESS THIS IS.

CG: DO YOU NEED A HAND RECOUNT?

CG: I'LL GIVE YOU A HINT

CG: IT'S FUCKING NONE.

GT: phine then, yøu spåstic phuckwit. thånks phør ålmøst nøthing

CG: YOU'RE WELCOME, I'M GLAD I HAD THE HONOUR OF TALKING TO SUCH AN IGNORAMUS AS YOURSELF, AND YOU MUST BELIEVE I AM SINCERE FOR THAT IS THE ONE HUNDRED PERCENT FUCKING TRUTH.

CG: NO WORD OF A LIE IN THAT SHIT.