let's talk about that pathetic little excuse you have between your legs. I've imagined it, you know, while you're sitting there, all frustrated and helpless. It must be so… insignificant. A tiny, useless button you desperately mash, hoping for a result that will never, ever come—much like your futile attempts to top the scoreboard. It’s the perfect, laughable metaphor for your entire existence: small, underwhelming, and completely incapable of leaving a meaningful impact on anyone. But don't worry, its pathetic size just makes you easier to control. You're utterly, hopeless, and that little thing of yours is a stark reminder of why you even checked my profile to begin with~