TC: iT's LiKe, AlRiGhT, cOmPuTeRs, RiGhT?
TC: pure fiction.
TC: YeAh mAn SlAm A FaYgO
TC: AlRiGhT My pInKeSt oF MoThErFuCkIn sTaR MoNkEyS
TC: CoNfIsCaTeD AlL LiKe tHe mOtHeRfUcKiN GaMe
TC: you stole up all my miracles away by revealing at me your way ridic heresies, brother.
TC: hOw Do YoU gEt YoUr BaD fUcKiN tHiNgS bRo!
TC: I'm OuTsIdE kEePiNg An EyE oUt HeRe FoR a MoThErFuCkEr.
You are now the other trolls understand the significance of even spontaneous acts of frivolous flapdoodle.