You are so funny. You are the best, most easily spun-up spergtard I have ever encountered online. It’s like having my own internet pet. But I am a gracious and forgiving man, pet. I will offer you a way out. You’re going to post an apology to me in Whatever. Tag me. You will be polite, you will admit to “having done dumb things you not proud of.” You will be properly contrite (look it up) and you will say you are sorry without excuses, justifications, or qualifications, or attempting some gay little subversion of your overall message of remorse. I give you permission be as vague as you like about what you actually did, so long as you fulfill all of the requirements. Then you will fuck off, and I will consider the matter closed. I can already hear you sperging at your screen. “Fuck you, I won’t!” That’s fine too. I’ll just make my own post, full of screenshots of all of the retarded private messages you sent, taking special care to point out the date of your offer to not contact me again, and then the dates of your bitchy mean-girl style gossipping. And though I won’t do it *every* time you post, I will pop up behind you occasionally in threads just to remind everyone what a little bitch you are by posting a link to your special screenshots. You can block me from replying to you, but you can’t hide completely. As promised, I will be kicking you whenever it pleases me to do so. Hey, it could be worse. Most people probably won’t care either way. Many will call one or both of us fags. They’ll probably forget about it minutes after they see it, anyway. But make no mistake—you will be writing a post, or I will be writing a post. You have 24 hours. Better get to writing, boy.