"Hey Alt, what are you doing now?" "Reading my story on armorgames. It's called the Neverending Story." "How could it never end if it only ends up being four lines?" "Read it closely." 0.o
"Alt, why are you so obsessed with food?" "NOM NOM NOM." "What was that?" "Me nomming a quesadilla. If you're gooing to be obsessed with something, at least let it be something that keeps you alive." "You're running out of funny things to type." "Whoever said I ever tried to be funny in this thread?"
-evil laugh- Now you're both lost in my labyrinth full of weird shaped rooms! -evil laugh- -coughs- "You really need to get that cough looked at." "Uh oh, I'm doing it, too!" O_o
P: You know, you two are starting to sound like us. M: Very strange. P: I reckon we can out do you! M: I just remembered I'm not talking to you Pierce. P: D***. Looks like I can't out do you. M: You could, but you ruined it.
"You must have no life, Alt." "Why?" "Because you have time to manage this story, your armorgames account, your deviantART account, and you're a gold lord." "Are you belittling me?" "Huh- "ARE YOU?" "Alt, it's okay. Don't get angry." "Haha, I scared you." "I despise you, Alt." **
"They'll never find us." "What do you mean us? I'm you." "Are you sure? I'm talking to, am I not?" "People talk to themselves." "Well I don't." "Obviously you do. You're doing it right now." "Shut up. Let's go hide." "Hey. It's not sane to tell yourself to shut up and then continue talking." "-_-"
"Alt, why do Pierce and Mary think that they're in a competition with us?" "Ask Pazx." "This is the last line of the story." "Your predictions are still awful."
"People are stealing your thread, Alt!" "I thought you didn't like this thread." "Bu-but" "Let them have their dialogue. They're not trying to look crazy."
P: I feel sorry for you other Alt. M: I don't. P: You have no feelings! M: I hated you. And I will. P: We used to be friends... M: You ruined it. P: ... M: You used to not be a jerk. P: I- M: No wait, that's a lie, you were always a f***ing loser. P: Why... M: Because. P: This is impossible. M: You brought it onto yourself. P: I loved you. M: You still do? P: Yes. M: Then stop.
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"Alt, why do Pierce and Mary think that they're in a competition with us?" "Ask Pazx." "This is the last line of the story." "Your predictions are still awful."
"You know, I just realized something." "What?" "How does sanity have anything to do with contradicting yourself?" "I don't know, but you're still not very sane." "How so?" "You're stil talking to yourself!" "...Why aren't we hiding?" "..." "..." "Why did alt start this?" "Why are you asking me? Do I look like alt?" "I don't know, I don't have a mirror." "Aha, you admit that I am you!" "..." ""
"Haha, Pazx thinks this is a spam thread!" "This is serious!" "Alt, stop fooling yourself." "If it were spam, it would be offtopic and succinct. We're in the art forum, so it's impossible for it to be offtopic, and you talk so much that the posts will never be less than 7 words.""Alt, should that be a compliment or an insult?" "Whichever one deludes you more."
