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John Mora is confronted with a Pavilionite.
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| I am perceived as a fool. I must engage in evolution of the soul in order to free my individuality. | |
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| YOU SUCK, MORA! DRUGS AND BEER ARE KILLER! I DO HOT CHICKS ALL NIGHT LONG! I PLEASE THEM WITH MY 7-INCH MONSTER PENIS! | |
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| Must I suffer through the slings and arrows of forum idiocy? They are not my colleagues. A pox on the god who would curse me with such peons! My consciousness must be freed! | |
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| HEY MORA! ISN'T IT TIME FOR YOU TO WATCH COWBOY BEBOP?! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHA! THAT MUST BE ALL YOU'RE INTERESTED IN! I BET YOU'LL WANT TO BE EIN WHEN YOU GROW UP!!! [SHITS IN AN XBOX] | |
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| Death! The sweet escape! I shall miss thee, true friends. My delicate soul was not meant for the trials and tribulations of the mentally unfit. I have a first name! | |
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| ARE YOU GONNA CORRECT MY TEXT?! LOL!!!!!!!!!! MORA CAN'T POSSIBLY HAVE AN OUTSIDE LIFE OR A REAL PERSONALITY! AAAAAAHAHAHAHA! | |
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