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.
Tussla: Call me that and your dead. Radioactive Uus is extremely lethal! Wileix: Tristan. Tristan. Tussla: *knocks out Wileix* See? Tussla: Anyway, I may or may not be able to synthesize a stable isotope. Maybe.
Jess: Heyy, the guy in my story is called Tristan! Jess: Who the hell is Orion??? Skye: A state in America.. right? Jess: Oregon? Skye: Pentagon? Jess: ... Skye: ... >:3 Jess: Don't even... Skye: Octag- Jess: shutthehellup! Skye: Okay but srsly, who's Oreo? Jess: Orion >.>
Tussla: *mutters heavy displeasure at being called mean names* Orion: I'm Orion. I am a creation of Tussla, as is Wileix. See? Wileix: >>.>> Tussla: What Orion said.
Bob: Well hello, I am here to collect the Oregon. Orion: I'M NOT OREGON! Wileix: I- Orion:*knocks out Wileix*See? Orion: Would Oregon do that? Bob:*drags away Wileix's body*This'll do, thanks anyway.
Tussla: Manta is in the sea. For srs. Orion: What the Whimsy guy made me say, I'm not Oregon. Wileix: *comes out of unconsciousness* *knocks out Orion* Me: QUIET!
Tussla: You see, Alt, the unsane isotope is the stable isotope; well the only isotope that has a half life longer than 12ms. Tussla: And Jess, he was up 'til liek 3am, so yeah.
Manta: *yawn* Man. That was a beastly sleep. Spencer: You slept for like 14 hours, you freak. Avicus: You aren't reverberating! Spencer: The italics key is too far away. Manta: ...Hmmm? OMG IT'S JESS. *tackle hugs Jessikar* Jess: Eep!
Skye: Why does she get the hug... *rolls eyes* Jess: *pries Manta off her with a grave face* Bad news. We lost the kid... s. The kids. Skye: All 3 of them *smug grin*
Spencer: *spittake* Say what?! Nooo!! I like Xander! Manta: Wait, what about Tao...? Avicus: You know what, I haven't seen Tao lately... Manta: Oh lawdy.
