I am not Bob. YOu are all Bob. Perhaps as an aggregate Bob, perhaps as a divide Bob. But you are still Bob. I am not Bob. Understood? Good, good. I speak to Bob. To you. Bob is divided into many different people, all with different names, personalities, interactions . . . but you are all Bob. Spencer is bob. Elizabeth is Bob. Pierce is Bob. Jonnycakes? Yes, he is also Bob. Bob is togetherly apart, apartly together. None of you are Bob, yet all of you are Bob. Bob's core is the center of a multi-way tug-of-war on a stage of personalities . . . I speak to Bob, Bob replies, speaks amongst Bob, and I speak directly to parts of Bob. Bob is in an octagonal room. I am as well. Bob does not have the keyboard. I do.
Me: This is . . . something new . . . something old . . . but also new . . . the mentality of the old . . . in the package of the new. Is it . . . sanityun? No. Saunnity? No. Usnanity? No. It is . . . Unsanity. Let it begin.
Chill: Ummmm . . . so you're not letting me be in on this?
Me: What? Of course you're in on this. We're the ones who aren't Bob. They're all Bob.
Chill: Is Bob the final creation of unsanity?
Me: No, He is the observations of it. Pieced into many people pieced into Bob.
Le gasp... The unsanity. Of the Moat-Bob. And the Chill-Bob. And teh Spence-Bob. You know what...lemme change that just a bit. The Moat kebab. The Chill kebab. The Spence kebab. That sounds just a little bit weirder.
Bob: I thought I told you not to call me Jonny. Bob: But I called you Jonnycakes...there's a difference. Bob: >.< Bob: How do you say that? Bob: >.< Bob: How do you say that, Jonn- Bob: *strangles Bob* Raaahhh! Bob: At least I spelled it right Bob: Yeah...I guess that's some comfort. But joo still gunna diez!
Tussla: I had my name in a thread name ^.^ Wileix: What a revolution in human thinking. Bob: Bob, be quiet. Tussla: Which Bob. Well, none of us are Bob. But all of us . . . are? Bob: That is correct. Wileix: Does that mean that Tussy here is Bob. Bob: Yes. Tussla: HEY!!! Wileix: Heheh-- Orion: Ladies, only Bob can fight. Tussla: I am Bob though. Wileix: As am I. Bob: But my name is actually Bob. Tussla: This is confusing >>.<<'
Jonathan: I'm going by my name now. Moat: No, you don't. If you're going to have one split personality Moat, you're going to have them all. Straight Moat: Yeah. We're doing this. Gay Moat: You think you can pull the wool over our eyeth? Jonathan: Actually, yea- Tussla: This is getting too confusing. Now we're arguing with ourselves? Wiliex: Looks like it. Mind-Moat: You're making it sound like we're insane. Manta: Well, I'm pretty sure that we are- Everybody except Manta: BOB! Manta: That was...so not what I was going to say. >.<
Tussla: Well, just arguing amongst ourselves is arguing with ourselves. We are all-- Bob: ME! Wileix: Quiet. Moat: Who, me? I wasn't ta-- Wileix: No, Bob. Moat: But I am Bob . . . . Manta: This is terribly confusing. Alt: Confuzzling, as it is. Grammar Nazi Cat: *meow* Confuzzling is not a word. Bob: I have made it a word! Grammar Nazi Cat: *hiss* NO! Tussla: All capitals is grammatically incorrect. Moat: I think he-- Grammar Nazi Cat: *still hissing* *scratches Tussla's face until it bleeds* Tussla: OW!
Sweet Moat: Aren't you just the cutest little dictator Grammar Nazi cat...*picks up Grammar Nazi Cat and pets him* Grammar Nazi Cat: No. I must mutilate Tussla. He has violated the most basic code of-*starts purring* Sweet Moat: Yes, who's just the sweetest stickler feline to ever grace the Earth? Spencer: So wait...because the Grammar Nazi Cat is in the thread, does that mean he's a part of Bob? And if we're all Bob, and he's a part of Bob, then that means we're all part...cat. Grammar Nazi Cat: I believe that statement was perfectly elocuted. Everyone Else: *gasp* Moat: So what are we going to do about the- Mind-Moat: KILL THE MEOWER! Sweet Moat: No! Grammar Nazi Cat: All capitals is grammatically incorrect! "Meower" isn't a word! These crimes against humanity will not go unpunished! *yowls and starts clawing everyone in sight* Sweet Moat: *trying to defend face with hands* Yes, who's just the smartest little grammar machine with claws? Moat: Stop clawing me, you uncool Grammar stickler piece of- Grammar Nazi Cat: Uncool is not a word! *caterwaul* Moat: WILL...ANYONE...LET...ME...FINISH...MY...SENTENCE?! Grammar Nazi Cat: Your crimes against grammar will be paid for in full. The currency is scratch marks! Everyone: AAHHHHHH!!!
Grammar Nazi Cat: Tod zu den haretischen Verratern! Tussla: *Pulls out new shiny Anaconda and shoots the cat* Sweet Moat, don't you dare complain. Insane Moat: Don't worry, he's gone. Haha ha haha. Poisoned. Dead. That's right, DEAD! Hahaha ha ha! Moat: You killed me! And yourself. And technically everyone here. Same with you, Tussla! Manta: I am still majorly confused, but entertained. Orion: *back from the store* What just happened. Chill: You didn't get clawed to death. Orion: That's good. I think. Uh huh. Tussla: What'd you get us at the store? Orion: Nothing for you. Wileix: Give me something, please. Orion: *hands Wileix a bottle of Cherry Coke* Wileix: Thank you. Moat: Can I please have something? Orion: No. Insane Moat: Hey hey, me, Moat! Want a uh, he he, cookie instead? Hehe he? Moat: No. Tussla: You're technically my creation, so may I have something? Orion: No. Tussla: Please? Orion: NO! Manta: *sitting in a lawn chair, drinking pink lemonade* This is highly amusing. Ahhhh. Tussla: And confusing. Alt: Confuzzling, and I created the pink lemonade! Tussla: And I still used it. Alt: Hey! Tussla: Well? MANTA LAZ0R! *Manta Laz0r's Alt*
King HUZZLEFLUFF: HAHAHAHA, I HAVE ESCAPED THE DUCT-TAPE PRISON PIERCE FAVE ME! I SHALL RISE AGAIN! AS MY FIRST ROYAL DECREE, YOU ARE TO HAND OVER THE PINK LEMONADE TO ME!
Me: *opens up keyboard, goes to task manager, goes to 'add or remove programs' and removes program 'HUZZLEBYATCH'
Computer: The deletion was successful.
Chill: Aww, you killed him?
Me: No. He never existed. Just like North Dakota.
Chill: But North Dakota is real! Lookee here, on this map!
*shows map*
Me: Chill, that map depicts only one Dakota.
Map: *is depicting only one Dakota*
Chill: Shut up, Map.
Map: I'm a map. I can't talk.
Chill: But you're talking right now!
Map: No, it is you who was talking at that exact moment.
Spencer: Wait, I had family in North Dakota... Wait, I had family in North Dakota...
Manta: North Dakota?
Avicus: Pink lemonade. Aaaaahhhh.
Manta: I miss Jess. ;-;
Avicus: You just want another freaky hybrid lovechild. And how do you make that face out loud, as though it were a sound rather than something that can bee seen. . ?
Tussla: Alt, please don't kill me. It hurts my deep inside. Especially when the hot lead penetrates my heart. Alt: Well, you behaved like an immature something when you magically attained pink lemonade that was actually Manta's. Tussla: But technically you wrote that. Alt: So? Duh duh hur hur I'm detarded hur hur. Tussla: Now YOU are being immature. Alt: But you wrote this. Map: QUIET, BEFORE I TAKE TEXAS AND INDIANA OFF THE MAP! Alt and Tussla: HEY! Wileix: Won't effect me. I'm in Russia. Map: AND RUSSIA! Wileix: There goes 1/10 of the planet. Orion: Russia sucks anyway. Wileix: *shoots Orion* Tussla: *Curb stomps Orion* Map: Texas is in danger! Tussla: He said Russia sucks! Orion: Heellp uugghh. AG: ALL OF YOU STOP BEFORE I SHUT MYSELF DOWN! Everyone in AG: NOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Donald Trump: Won't effect me. Map: I'll take EARTH off the map! Alt: That means you'll go too. Me: Wait, why did I take over Alt's script?
