I thought I had seen the last of him.
I decided to reply to asks at a later time and just keep liveblogging, hope you guys don’t mind. This is actually a very bad idea, since more liveblogging brings even more asks but whatever. Let’s go! (>‘o’)>
Looks like the kernelsprite had a purpose other than being hilariously creepy after all!
Farewell, Mr. Creepy Floating Clown, you actually provided a valuable service, and though you will cease to accompany us, your memories shall always remain in our hearts. I’m going to miss y—
OH, FUCK. IT’S NOT DEAD YET!
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…………..I meant— What a wonderful surprise!
Ha-ha-ha….
Wait. I thought it was a sort of exclamation. Like “OH, BOY” or something.
John shrugs everything off unless it is the size of an elephant, on fire, and directed to his home.
Nothing phases him that much. Perhaps it’s because he is in constant presence of those clowns and gets pies thrown to the face almost daily. It was all just to prepare him. DAD knew better. DAD was preparing his son to Sburb. DAD is an example to follow, a role model, the perfect DAD.
