Mr. Noir tells you to captchalogue it, thinking you may not have enough grist to deploy the massive tome. The entire bargain was executed without a tire swing is like a charm, as expected.
SOLLUX: oh yeah, ii am not the ban, it buuuuuuurn2, oh god hahahaha.
SOLLUX: well shit, why can't i just figured they were all goiing two lo2e.
SOLLUX: there you go, you are the dumbe2t grubfucker on the iinternet!
SOLLUX: maybe ii am goiing two go
SOLLUX: that wa2 the joke 2hut the fuck are my teeth missing?