Speaking of Cops, I've never been to the states, but are they really that bad there? As we see on the media? I'm sure it's crazy exaggerated, but...it looks hella scary, too.
And the London Met sound no better.
Here, it's a little more...err. Biased. Your race means you can get away with things. And that's all I can say.
Or else they'll find me and lock me up, help.Finals start on the 6th. I still have nightmares about math.
And I actually didn't find Don't Hug Me I'm Scared as bad as Salad Fingers, probably credited to length. Though the second one was...off putting, yeah, that's the word.
Hopefully everyone is doing alright otherwise. :) My love to the Cops and Bliss. Tell us about the production when you can.
Also. Now that it's firmly established you're English, Jigglesworth, and frequent London...
I'd like to imagine you sit in an immaculate dark room in a large backed swivel chair, face lit solely by the bluish glow of your massive computer screen with your back turned to the door, in a way that, upon walking in, the silhouette of the chair can only be distinguished by the glowing blue halo around it. And you have a pet cat, a white or black Persian or even a Siamese with blue eyes too, that sits in your lap and which you stroke over and over.
And if anyone comes in, you turn around in this chair ever so slowly and the person at the door comes to see one of your eyes is bionic, but you wear thin rimmed spectacles anyway for effect more than anything else. Or a monocle on your natural eye.
And you speak in a posh bad guy British accent.
And this probably is the way you design the shenanigans of the Wolf Manor, a crazed lunatic with poise, only assuming the façade of normalcy as you interact with us on our level.Ha! I bet you don't even have a
real couch you play Smash Bros on, I bet it's just another ruse!
But I have you now, Jigglesworth, my boy!
So, have I successfully cracked the case?
I might have possibly killed some brain cells on my long and arduous journey to discover Pure Mathematics. Send an ambulance if I start calling fifty year old stewardesses 'Angel'. Eh, Cops? ;)Poor Kim. She can pursue mastermind Jigglesworth if she'd like. I'm sure he'd appreciate some company.
And she could possibly go platinum and wear red lipstick more, and develop a Russian accent and wear a bodysuit and be a...um. Not an undercover agent, but a spy? I think that's the word I'm looking for.
On a side note.
I actually laughed so hard while drinking some water, I had water running down my nose for ever after. It's even funnier because it's true, and I've been there and seen it. xD Oh god...and I was just starting to get rid of my cold, too.
