You’re flooding chat. Actually, you’re flooding chat so much that the ineptitude that is radiating from your low IQ mindset is seeping onto this chat, just like how red blood cells seep out of you when you’re murdered. Why am I comparing it to such a morbid and depressing cataclysm, your incompetent mind utters to you? Because the fact that you had the audacity to commit such a felony puts you on such a low pedestal, even deeper down the nightmare that is the abyss than the lowest of low, the most inexecrable, the most bargain-basement human beings on this planet in this solar system in this galaxy in this universe, and that’s just depressing. You having the audacity to do that deprived my respect for you, you filth. You scum. You clinking, clanking, clattering collection of caliginous junk. You unviewable, unacceptably excuse for a lifeform. You unachieving blabberskite. Repenting over your sin won’t even give back a quintillionth of the respect that had been lost in the depths of the abyss that is the shame that you should be feeling, but you aren’t, you recicitive. Make your profession a bleach taster, you waste of oxygen molecules.