FCG: OH
FCG: ALRIGHT, I GUESS I DON'T KNOW, AT LEAST SHIT WAS HAPPENING.
FCG: BACK TO PLANNING REGISURP.
FCG: IT WAS PRETTY FREAKY.
FCG: WHAT
FCG: WHATEVER, I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO.
FCG: SORRY.
You enter something predictably derogatory and this is ironic and all, but it turns out to stud.