EB: but next time you talk to me, you might want to tell me what i said at least.
EB: so i will not accidentally trigger another countdown.
EB: it woUld not be prudent of me to let yoU double dip in trUth like yoU do.
EB: *multiple bites of the big one*
CG: COME ON, JOHN.
CG: DON'T TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON.
CG: I'M NOT YOUR GOD.
CG: YOU ARE THE GOD OF SLEEP.
CG: I'M THE CREATURE I WOKE UP TO EMBRACE.
CG: THAT IS YOUR BIG "SOLUTION".
CG: IT'S A MYSTERY THAT WHEN I TURN AROUND, I'M GOING TO HAVE TO EXPLAIN IT TO YOU.
CG: WHICH IS YOUR IDEA OF COURSE.
CG: REMEMBER HOW I TOLD YOU THE LAME CONCEPT VIA TRANSTIMELINE.
CG: SEE, I WAS TRYING TO PICK YOU UP FOR DECISAL MISTAKES.
CG: THAT IS WHY I'M GOING TO BE ON THE PHONE NOW.
CG: TO TROLL YOU AND IT'S HELP ME OUT OF THIS JADE JAM.
CG: WE'RE GETTING OFF THE PNEUMATIC RIBBON. THIS IS NOT ABOUT DECORATING OUR TIMELINE WITH A CULLING OF THE BOW.
CG: THIS IS ABOUT CHIMING A STOP TO THE HORRIBLE BUSINESS OF DECORATING.
CG: YOU'D THINK A DAG IS SHOOTING A BAG OF SHIT, RIGHT?
CG: THAT'S SUCH AN ATTEMPT TO RESTRAGE ME OF MY SUPREMACY.
CG: NEXT TIME I SEE THAT SHITTY COLOR YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT'LL BE COMING OUT OF MY BODY.
CG: AND NO, FOR THE LOVE OF FUCK, THAT WAS NOT INNUENDO.
CG: SOMETIMES WE RUN INTO THESE VERSIONS OF OURSELVES WHO REACHED GOD TIER FOR FUCK'S SAKE.
CG: THEY'RE LIKE...