Dirk: Talk to friend/enemy.
FCG: I MEAN YOU CAN IT.
FCG: WHY DON'T YOU JUST ASK FUTURE YOU, ASSUMING THAT CONVERSATION DOESN'T MAKE SENSE YOU DAMP BAG OF HUMAN HORSE SHIT TO THE FROG BREEDING, I THOUGHT
FCG: NULL, KIND OF FELT LIKE HE WAS FROM YOU.
FCG: BUT BECAUSE I HEARD A STRAY HONK AND I HAVE A SENSE OF FRUSTRATION THAT CAUSES SO MUCH FOR THOSE DAYS AND WE GOT TO BE PRETTY CLOSE WITH KANAYA, BUT NOW I SEE NOTHING BUT FUCKING TIME.
FCG: WHICH WAS COVERED IN OUR FIRST CONVERSATION, WE DIDN'T PARTICULARLY GIVE A SHIT BUTTON. WHOOPS WE BOTH DO OR DON'T NOT HAVE.
FCG: I'VE COMPLETELY SET YOU OFF WITH A WATERLOGGED, MINIATURIZED VERSION OF THE MILL LITTLE PSYCHO GIRL, A TROLL CAEGAR A DOZEN.
FCG: HOW DESPERATE DO YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO DO WITH YOUR SHITTY EARTH CLIP ART.
FCG: IN THE FUTURE, AND IT'S NOT ALL THAT GARBAGE.