Ratamahattaaa: derrrrrrrr
SlavesShallServ: chris, if i was there right now. i would sneak up behind you in your little computer chair, and just as you were saying to yourself, "why isn't he talking?" i'll fucking scream as high pitched as i can into your ear and you'll shit some bricks
SlavesShallServ: and then we'll use those bricks to build an igloo
SlavesShallServ: a glorious igloo of feces
Ratamahattaaa: that's fuckin glorious
SlavesShallServ: "we gonna build a shit igloo, yessa massa"
Ratamahattaaa: hahaaha
Ratamahattaaa: gaw on neh, build that shit
SlavesShallServ: "so, do we's lay on each other like this, massa?"