ALL RIGHT YOU LILY LIVERED PUSSILANIMOUS FUCKWITS PAY SOME GODDAMN ATTENTION
My business is mine, and Sal's business is hers.
You'll note that none of these possessive pronouns is second person. EG, this shit ain't yours.
I have it on authority that you little fuckwits have decided, somehow, in all your inestimable wisdom, that we are both huge shitheads at fault, and that we should both feel guilty, shamed, chastised for the dire crime of not always getting along.
First of all, fuck you.
Second of all, you don't get to decide who or what our friends are. You are not our parents, and we are not in the first grade.
Third of all, in what world were you raised that you believe dragging two perfect strangers into suicidal depressions is a reasonable punishment for having the audacity to get in a fight on the internet?
You know what this is?
This is self entitled bullshit.
You think you have a right to our works, to our writing and our interactions and our characters. You believe, erroneously, that you get to decide when and how we create things simply because you like to consume them. You've got it in your heads that you have some inalienable right to our goddamn relationship and the fruits thereof.
Well pay attention, fuckface, because You Do Not.
And I told you, I goddamn told you to leave Sal out of this. That if you have a problem with me, you have a problem with ME.
Nothing, nothing about this is her fault, and how dare you slander her in such a way as this. How dare you try to twist the facts of reality to make her feel ashamed for having an opinion.
I demand that you show you piss soaked, cowardly faces so I know exactly who thinks they have the right to speak on my behalf to Sal, or on Sal's behalf to me.
This ain't goddamn shakespeare, and you don't get to keep saying "well you should hate Sal" until I do, nor do you get to keep saying "Sal is awful" like it's going to suddenly become true.
Fucking get the fuck out of our lives you pestilent, parasitic maggots.
You wanna keep playing the bear baiting of Vees, by all means. But you leave Sal the FUCK OUT OF IT