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Me: I'm having Korean BBQ right now. Yummm. :D
Him: What!!!? How dare you text me that.
Me: Ohhh, myyy bad. Haha, I feel like my stomach is going to explode.
Him: I sort of strongly dislike you right now.
Me: Awesoooome... :)
Him: lol, I am going to send in an appeal (to myself) to temporarily repeal our friendship. It will be processed soon.
Me: Wooow. So official. Do I need to sign anything?
Him: No, all official decision making will be done by supreme senate of my brain. We'll call together my multiple personalities and it'll be all official and stuff.
Me: You have multiple personalities? I don't have any say in this and stuff?
Him: Temporary repeal has passed my multiple personalities and is now being reviewed by the supreme court of internal justice lead by my conscience.
Me: I hope you conscience makes the right decision.
Him: The case has been tabled by the wisdom of Logic until further evidence is brought for or against the decision.
Me: I wait for the decision impatiently.
Him: It's tabled, it could be months.
Me: I'm waiting even more impatiently.
Him: No significant reason has been brought before logic, the senate of multiple personalities will not convene for no reason.
Me: I be jumping for joy and hugging the lawyer I'm in the midst of hiring.
Him: Sorry. Lawyers are strictly forbidden from the court of Karl, removed via the act of 1989, my birthday.
Me: Allow me to put this in technical terms: super lame.
Him: Motion to call the grand decision process of Karl lame, rejected.
Me: Unfortunately for you, it remains super lame in my mind and the minds of the public. Be warned: we are purchasing picket signs in bulk as I text.
Him: All access to picketing in my mind is restricted and my roommate moves to call this conversation nerdy but funny.
Me: Oops, too late. We're already at your cerebral cortex. Haha, my friend seconds that opinion.
Him: Don't get lost; it's complex in there.
Me: With Google maps, we laugh in the face of Losing Directions.
Him: We sent Google an old picture, there's been some remodeling... and the addition of mounted turrets, I mean 'crowd controlling apparatii"
Me: Our skilled sketching person has just sketched an accurate picture of your headquarters based on the huge amount of information you've provided us.
Him: Turrets don't care if you know where they are since they are everywhere.
Me: "everywhere"
Him: mhm
Me: Well, I just stole, I mean borrowed Harry's cloak of invisibility. I'll be inside in a sec.
Him: Um, heat and sound tracking. How play you?
Me: Uh... erm... Magic.
Him: Magic canceller, my brain haz it.
Me: I use magic to disable da magic canceller u haz yah.
Him: Um, impossibl for obvious reasons.
Me: Ummm, noooo. It's freaking magic.
Him: Logic denotes that you can't actually enter my brain and renders your assertions moot.
Me: Magic.
Him: Logic.
Me: Logic is for you puny mortals. Muahahaha.