What do you sound like vocally, X-Ray Sergeant Wee Wee?

Then said it wasn’t love.

She was talking about letting him be her air or something.

It was on here.

I was a bit scared to say anything.

Is it just me who witnessed a woman having a mental breakdown poetically over some dude who left her last night?

You’re mistyped if you took a test.

Stop saying -_.

INTJ’s are usually just a bit emotionally reserved and awkward. That’s fine though.

No tests are reliable.

Typology is my fixation. Or, was.

No. You’re mistyped.

I feel like that one audio of the anime-lady screaming “Onii-Chan” now, as I can summon my Sergeant Wee Wee INTJ-A(lpha) moderator to protect me.

See? I’m everyone’s favorite Eleven Year Old Unkie.

Of course, Rott3n.

I initiated a revolution.

But even then, I’d be open to getting to know you.

.*

Not at all:

Why not? I’d say we’re relatively close,

It’s X-ray to me.

Thank you, X-ray Sergeant Wee Wee. I can reciprocate that.

I’m average. But physically, I’m undeniably above most kids my age.

I’d like to consider myself an average, unkie eleven year old.

Psychologically, I absolutely am not all-knowing or something to be interpreted in a higher light.

I can fathom I lack in many areas, however I do strive to grow.

Hey, I’m just confident and playing around, Sergeant Wee Wee.

That’s quite the title. I like it.

Unkie Christ.

I’m sorry for your loss, but consider me Christ. I was resurrected.

I’m your Unkie. Not uncle.

And you got it from me, Sergeant Wee Wee. I’m your unkie.

Can’t wait to become a neurosurgeon.

I’m gonna be the ideal man. Scoff scoff.

No. I actually have 5.5, thanks.

I’ll fly out to wherever you are and assert my Unkie dominance someday.

I don’t run. Later, when custody is regained.

You know what, Sergeant Wee Wee?

Maybe if I stopped growing, my height would go there.

Actually, I’m pretty good down there too.