Enigma: Memeulous X Kris deltarune X master chief X jesus

Good Morning

--Memeulous perspective--

Doing your mum, doing doing your muuum

I slapped the alarm

For fucks sake

It's today

I spent the whole night dreaming about today

What would everyone be like?

Is Kristofer still there?

Should I wear the mask? They know what I look like, but I'm still scared

God fucking damn it William.

That fucking day

If I could take back any day it would be the one where will left me as...

What am I?

What did he make me?

"HOW THE FUCK DO I DEFINE THE GODFORSAKEN SHIT THIS MAN HAS DONE TO MY.... FFFFUCKING FAAACE"

Shit

I said that last part out loud

I didn't say it, I fucking bellowed it

I was raging

Fuck you will, and Alex, remember I know you planned it.

I'm not talking to them

It's all in my head

It's all in my fffucking head

I'm talking to myself

I banged out a few nuts and a few games of s&d on the new black ops to no sound other than the muted yet constant squeal of my fan

I need to get that shit cleaned out on the inside

I put on my ultra tight boxers that I need to hold in my enormous willy

I put some jeans on

I put on my 100% genuine slave labour obamaland hoodie that is available at memeulous.shop

I headed for the bathroom

I brushed my teeth, but what's the fucking point, they aren't going to see them, no one will

I squared up and box my reflection to hone my battering skills

I pissed out a jet stream of pure Stella which stank of richard from set 8 pe's balls

I walked downstairs and checked the calender, saturday, all clear

I poured a bowl of coco pops after checking with the bank to see if they're a reasonable investment of my good boy points

I trained my skills with my TT33 Tokarev, just in case

Dexterity on point, I'm like a fucking custom class with sleight of hand

I headed out, and get in my transit van and put in my mc airbag cd, blasting some of lowestofts finest on my shitty, but loud speakers I got from pound stretcher

I pulled up to the place, boxton institute for the criminally driven

Bit of a funny name if you ask me, that robbery could of been anyone with a big willy and she pronounces her R's weird so she was practically saying she was 18

I parked, breathed in the funny tasting air from my broken A/C full of bugs and dog spunk and climbed out of the vehicle, spraining an ankle on the way

I cracked my knuckles

"This is it

The real deal

Now or never"