It is Midnight. We have a meeting scheduled. What do you want. And make it snappy, I am on a tight schedule.
hello, shaft.
time Is a construct. prick. is your schedule as tight as your ass is or did the stick shoved up it loosen you up? perchance.
if you were expecting a "irl" meeting, I do fear you are gravely mistaken. I do not operate with the laws of time and space because I fucking hate them. I am above time and space in everything but the thin chains of the mortal realm. obviously. dick.
I operate through medium of Tumblr and the astral realm, in which I am capable of unleashing my true form. I have send you a very threatening ask, and while it was not sent at midnight, midnight is also, a construct.
if you wish to be re-sent my very cool and scary and intimidating and terrifying ask, I am more than happy to pummel you with my literary firsts once again.