You have hentai to keep you company when I’m absent. Think of your fetishes the next time you fall into a river. Touch grass instead of making weird, messed-up science experiments that clutter our room, or talking to it some more. The only reason you almost died falling into a river was because you were wasting time collecting "specimens" for your strange experiments again. Stop keeping track of tadpole "progress." There are professionals in labcoats who handle most of what you’re doing so that autistic retarded woman children don’t have to.
hentai? is that what all this is about? I am so sorry to have hurt you so much that you would say these things
They're coming from somewhere, the feelings aren't lies so much as backed by passion.
He's likely been harboring this for a while, burying and repressing it until he couldn't anymore, and to be honest if it were me I'd have blown up a lot sooner.
