No, really. Also, would everyone stop acting like I'm not aware of your severely broken power struggles behind my back? Especially you, Marluxia. Oh yes, going to overthrow the organization! Going to kill a bunch of people, and then goddamn what? Going to work on getting your own hearts back, or fighting Maleficent and the King and the other keybearers (speaking of, it seems fucking everyone has a keyblade now. Do they just pass them out free at carnival rides now, along with balloons and condoms with the image of an over eager rat plastered on?) to rule the darkness and everything and etc., etc.
Really, what did all of you do to yourselves and when the hell did you do it? Stuck your heads in wheat threshers when I was making myself a pina colada, maybe?
And what of you? What other active effort have you made other than releasing heartless into worlds and then sitting on your ass waiting for results? I mean, I'd be frustrated too if I hired every asshole who came my way and yet be too incompetent to fire them when they fucked up or wouldn't stop fucking. God, it's like one day you decided to shove a stick up your ass to try to stimulate some phantom prostate so you could "feel", got it stuck, and decided to unleash your wrath by unleashing heartless upon the Keybearer. Then--oh hey! He's killing us, I wonder why!--change your strategy so that you can at least cover your own ass and hope for the King and/or your woefully negligent mentor to fuck up.
And then you died in a really gay zebra-patterned jacket. Way to go.
I wouldn't be talking, Herbal Essences. You're addicted to overwrought and convoluted plots against the organization, the keybearer, and somehow even yourself, I'd figure. You'd okay any plan that defied Occam's razor as much as possible, and had a flowchart complicated and big enough you could sleep on it. Oh, and apparently addicted to little girls as well. Wonderful. Do you roll on teen chatrooms, using the screenname NaturallyPink11?
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Really, what did all of you do to yourselves and when the hell did you do it? Stuck your heads in wheat threshers when I was making myself a pina colada, maybe?
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And then you died in a really gay zebra-patterned jacket. Way to go.
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You know what? To hell with this. I'll join Barbossa's crew. At least no one stays dead in Pirates of the Caribbean.