Oh no, poor Jehde Poor Goat XD Fucking time -nod- Aww, poor robots What's a batman? Brently, will you donate the pelt then? "Sad sketch of a boy" XD Too true That's an early killing -nod- On snakes and boops:
You need to feed magic energy to the undead though, and torturing them isn't fun. Deep (fanart-based) lore! Poor octo I mean, that's just how churches work in general Poor snakes Natural snake skin -nod- Getting sass from Mudler XD Fuck, now I want pizza... hmmm... Snek grants a power to not poop Fuck, I need to convert. "There are no walls in the Netherrealm" - words to live by. This "fandom" thing sounds extremely odd. Owltfits, thankyouverymuch Pod-racing? What it has to do with peas anyway? Dickings are so last season Last Jedi out of nowhere ...
Title Drop! Ooh, Johnpaul Niiiiiice XD That was great
Guess I wasn't the only victim, then! "A well loved podcast"? So Brent was on another podcast other than Funk Dunk Plays? Which are higher - the fucking robots or the fucking robots? Wait - Brent (Goatly) eats meat? I'm sorry, I just find a carnivorous goat totally unbelievable. Yeah, travelling with an octopus would be totally unbelievable... ...Hey, Theo-political comment! And were those spoilers for future seasons? Have to admit Brent's right on the whole "You can't improve on perfection". I've known people who can get lost in a completely empty void! Although it means agreeing with somebody who, well, murdered me*, ordering people around without telling them what's going on to the point where you inspire your troops to mutiny against you, is pretty bad leadership.
Believe me, it was entirely thanks to the edit that it was even vaguely listenable.
ETA: Oh yeah, I forgot to add that since recording this, I did write the sonnet I promised (well, there's not a lot to do while you're dead):
A Sonnet to Elisa
To one, the Glory of Yuan-ti, (But penned by such a worm as me), Whose presence fills all men with fear, (And rightly so, that is quite clear), She is a marvel of the age, Possessing quite a fearful rage, To Elisa now I pen this rhyme. Her frame portrays her glorious might, And mortals quail at the sight, Her scales are of a glorious hue, And to my word I must be true, That I would write this little verse, It's not as if it could go worse - Since she did kill me that last time!