Hey faggots,
My name is Tom, and I hate every single one of you. All of you are fat, un-civilised anti-tractionists who spend every second of the day hugging trees and staying still. You are everything bad in the remains of the world. Honestly, have any of you ever gotten any poonani? I mean, I guess it's fun making fun of cities because of your own insecurities, but you all take it to a whole new tier. This is even worse than jerking off to a stalker.
Don't be a foreigner. Just hit me with your best battle-disc. I'm pretty much perfect. I wrote the best essay on identifying fake antiquities, and was apprentice in the historian's guild. What guilds are you a part of, other than "Violent hippy dip-shits"? I also met Thaddeus Valentine, and have a banging hot girlfriend (She just gave me a scar-job; Shit was SO quid). You are all faggots who should just enter the sunless country. Thanks for listening.
Pic Related: It's me and my *****.
Now just imagine the following image:
inserted here with Tom and Hester from the books shopped in, because the job I did on Paint to go along with the jokes was too terrible for mortal eyes to gaze upon