Phil: That's crazy– by the way, what's up with you FCKIN THREATENING Missa? Get those cat ears off.
Bad: What the fudge are you talking about? I would never do that! Threaten someone? That's crazy!
Phil: I literally have– I literally have a note from him that says... uh hold on, let me find it. Let me find it, where is it. Sht, I lost it.
Bad: Read the note? What does it say.
Phil: [Grumbling] I lost it.
Bad: You have a lot of penguins by the way, you should really do something about that.
Phil: [Grumbles] I don't know where I put the note. [Laughs]
Bad: [Trying not to laugh] Well, if the note doesn't exist... I guess it wasn't real!
Phil: Shut up! [Laughs] Alright, here it is, here it is. [To Tubbo] CAN YOU STOP?! Oh my god, Toby! Holy sht, alright.
Bad: He wants more, Tubbo!
Phil: Here here here, look. [Reading Missa's book] "Don't trust Badboyhalo, he killed some rabbits I worked with some raccoons and he killed those guys too. I'm so scared, please help, holy molly canoli. He threatened me. Take care of our beautiful eggs, I don't want to put you guys in danger." You threatened– you threatened Missa.
Bad: That's crazy, I didn't know Missa wrote fanfiction! That's crazy. What a crazy story!
Phil: [Phil punches him] I'm so done with your sht. [Laughs] I'm so done with—
in other news i saw my sisters recently. i hate how lonely i am but i dont know what to do to rid myself of this sickening experience. i want so badly to celebrate my birthday with people i am not related to but i have no one to celebrate with outside of my family. i wish i had been better about making friends. and keeping them. but some of them were not so good for me. but im so terribly. lonesome. it isnt doing me any good to reflect on this but. getting it out. idk. it feels helpful. i wish i hadnt latched on so heavily to fictional worlds and characters to make up for my lack of real human connections. i dont know if i was built to exist in this world. im not made for customer service or retail work i dont think. i can manage it but it leaves my brain feeling like it got put through a blender, strained, and funneled back into my head. i am just a brain piloting a flesh suit and that comforts me sometimes. i didnt choose my body but i can choose my perception of it. it's not my fault i came out this way with this brain stuck in this body stuck in this world stuck in this society stuck in other people's expectations of who I should be. at the end of the day does it matter that i am different from what they see? does it matter that they wont know me? wont see me? perhaps not. i just have to be secure enough in myself to know who i am and Love That Person but im not there yet.