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.
Skye: Video plz :3 Jess: Hey that means Tao could possibly be my son-in-law. Skye: I don't see how this is gonna work. A baby watery thing and a baby firey thing getting married?
"Not exactly, Tussla." F: We just happened to be at a computer that let's us log onto the original. "Which just happened to be not my personal comp :P" F: I really want a new laptop for christmas...
"Y'know, I think I've done everything but that to fix the problem. I'll give it a shot." F: I still want a new laptop for christmas, though... "Yeah, yeah..."
"Uh-huh... Well, have fun with that, Frank. I have things to do, people to see." F: You know someone other than me, and the rest of the forumites? Congratulations! *opens new bottle of champagne* "Hey, don't the corks like, fly off of th- OW! Dammit!" F: Heh... Sorry! "Grah... I'm outta here." *snaps fingers, whitewash house appears* "See ya." *poof* F: Dammit... Who am I gonna drink this with?
Moat: Oh. My. God. Tussla: What? Moat: Dude...where did the last EIGHT PAGES spring from? Tussla: Talking. You were missing for like, four days, what'd you expect? Moat: Not eight pages, maybe... Manta: Uh. Okay, hi Nicho, welcome back Moat, and now this is even more confuzzling and amusing. How did several split personalities of Bob just get up and leave? Jonathan: Technically,we didn't walk, you know that right? Tussla: Nevermind that. Frank, methinks I'll share a bottle of wine with you as long as you promise not to let Insane Moat anywhere near it. Insane Moat: *muttering* Nobody ever lets me near any food...ever... F: Okay. As long...as I...could just pop this cork off..*pops cork off new bottle of champagne* Paranoid Moat: AAAAARRRRGGH! *has been hit in face by DACC: Dangerous Airborne Champagne Cork* I WAS ATTACKED! YOU SAW IT! Kill the attacker! *tries to strangle Frank* F: somebody...help me...
Jess: Baha Moat I'd have thought you'd learn by now. Treat this place like the ocean - never turn your back on it. Skye: Didn't you hear that on Kindergarten Cop the other day? Jess: Uhhhhh... no? Skye: Tch, sure. You suck at analogies.
Gay Moat: Kindergarten Cop? What'th that? Sweet Moat: It's that one show where this buff dude has to go and help kids with kidnergarten...or something like that... Manta: Think of it as like The Pacifier, but instead of Vin Diesel, there's Arnold Schwarzenegger. Gay Moat: Oh, I see. Jonathan: Well, we HAD to leave the ocean, Miss Jessie. It was for Thanksgiving, the feast of which just had to be in a place without internet. But it was worth it. F: Srsly guys...why...help me please...I'M BEING STRANGLED! Insane Moat: *while everyone isn't looking, grabs the champagne bottle and puts something in it* Oh btw Frank, it wasn't on accident that I put something bad in those laxatives...
Skye: You got swept away on a tidal wave of stuffed turkeys! Jess: Sorry Moats, we've never celebrated Thanksgiving in our lives. I haven't even celebrated it in my life.
Skye: Ugh, Frank, get over it. You've been attacked in all manner of ways since you've been here, why start complaining now? F: Would you like to see how it feels?! Skye: >.<
