Wow, guys. There are kids here.

That was incredibly poetic.

I’m going to pee.

Lacuna my ta-ta.

X-ray Sergeantito Wee Wee.

Mamatito.

Collecting myself. Apologies.

Gotta love Rotitty.

I’m about to urinate in my pants. I realize how that sounded.

Who is rotitty?

I’d be a pretty woman.

I look like a woman.

I don’t like that being hot makes my lips red.

Here: communication is how we navigate the world. It’s not pretentious to enhance your ability to convey things with meaning.

I can rephrase that if you’d like.

I do hear myself. But I’m not super articulate.

Well, language is a form of linguistics.

Language is something valuable. It’s quite literally the currency of communication.

Yeah, but trying to seem intelligent through linguistics and the way you articulate things is foolish.

X-ray Sergeant Wee Wee types in the manner he does for aesthetic appeal and demeanor. He also just likes punctuation.

That’s fine. Most assume that.

I know that. I just carry myself less sluggishly.

I’m well-educated on what the internet contains and endured very early exposure. No biggie.

Outside of this place, of course.

Perhaps not, however I use it wisely and don’t entertain sexual constructs and lounge with immature people.

I am, in fact, eleven.

Coloring is okay. I seldom sketch, however.

Shouldn’t you be educating yourself on how kids behave nowadays?

Eleven Unkie.

I’m eleven.

No. Lemon is deeper, more sultry.d

Are you urinating lightbulbs?

If your piss is that tone, maybe you should attend the doctors.

I don’t type people, as I said. I’m disinterested in people entirely.

Nope. Not enough. Gotta hear that voice.

Something else is what they try to appear as. Gives away lots.

The way someone carries themselves or talks exudes a lot of energy about who they are.

Not what I meant. The way you say things.

I’m an INTJ 513 5w6 RCOEI LVEF ILI Chl-Mel.

I hate typing people. But love to type myself.