ONE man of DUBIOUS PRESENCE versus TWELVE MANOSPHERE GUYS
one man of dubious presence: it is only the wicked who speak ill of the female species
Serious white manosphere guy with short hair: who told you that. your mom
One man of dubious presence: yes
token black manosphere man with box braids recruited for the sole purposes of disrupting the shades of beige on display in the YouTube thumbnail with existence alone: WAIT WAIT [coughing laughter] TELL US ABOUT YOUR MOM FOR A SEC BRO?
one man of dubious presence: she is a tumor
Professorial bearded fat manosphere man: Hmm?
one man of dubious presence: She is a mile wide stretch of lab grown flesh. pulsating and soft and covered in fine motherly hairs. Sometimes teeth. she hums. She is music. She makes people like you into more things like me.
Serious white manosphere man with short hair: Okay so what we're talking about here is a metaphor. You're talking about a metaphor here. That's your line of debate. A fucking metaphor. Continue.
One man of dubious presence: when we can't feed her, she will take me back into her mass and dissolve me into nothing. for the good of her flesh.
Professorial bearded fat manosphere guy: actually? I'm interested to see where you're taking this. [Disbelieving laughter] It's pretty damn lyrical. Fucking weird, though
[manosphere guys muttering agreement and threats over the top of each other]
one man of dubious presence: I'm two days old. I don't know how long I will last. I tell you once more if you speak ill of the female species you are wicked
Looksmaxxing very wet looking manosphere guy snapping suddenly into consciousness after being in the seated equivalency of an anorexic coma: HERE WE GO AGAIN WITH THIS SHIT!!!