Hideaki, self-proclaimed spokesperson of readers: What the fuck does that mean?
Shukkit: I had to go see [another] psychologist, and she put me on Concerta, 'cept it's a stronger dose. It makes me sullen, irratable, and, worst of all- boring. It's also given me some weird paranoia (and I don't mean the Black Sabbath CD...), so I'm pretty much back to sleeping in the bathroom. Only thing is, theres a window in the bathroom, and no locks on the doors. And the shower curtain- for all I know, there's someone dangerous hiding behind it. Every time someone opens the door, I have to fight the urge to bolt myself in a small, well-lit room, and--
Hideaki, self-proclaimed spokesperson of readers: Okay, we get it... Please shut up.
Shukkit: 'Kay... Anyways, I swear I'll start writing more in the summer.
Hideaki, self-proclaimed spokesperson of readers: And what are you going to do for the rest of seventh grade, huh? Sit on your lazy ass and play .hack//?
Shukkit: Sometimes. I'm gonna revise the previous twelve chapters. You know, make 'em longer, more detail...
Hideaki, self-proclaimed spokesperson of readers: And fix that weird impediment with the quotes and the punctuation?
Shukkit: I'll make sure to fix the spelingg, the punct;-uatio/n, and I'll make sure there ain't no bad grammar, neither.
Hideaki, self-proclaimed spokesperson of readers: That was a bad joke.
Shukkit: I know. Anyways, thank you all for reading, and hopefully being patient. I know you hate me and my writing sucks, but-
Hideaki, self-proclaimed spokesperson of readers: Stop it. You sound like Fred Gallagher. (Buy the new Hate Me Piro doll! He says one-hundred and forty-eight phrases, including "My art sucks", "Seraphim hates me", and "I'm a terrible person!" Proven to increase the suicide rate by 200%!)
Shukkit: So... Yea... check for the REAL chapter thirteen in two months...
Hideaki: Now that that's over with, wanna play some .hack//Outbreak?
Shukkit: Sounds good to me... Hey, what kind of consience are you, anyway?!
Hideaki: I'm not your consience, I'm a voice in your head that tells you to burn things. THEY are your consiences...
Naka: I am a rotting zombie with green hair! HUG ME!
Ei: Woooo... My skin is gray...
Shukkit: -_-
