Cyanide and Happiness just understands me too well.
Earlier, I walked in on the middle of a conversation, and all I heard this girl say was something to the effect of, "it's weird, it feels like I've got wings or something."
I quickly jump in with, "Huh, I'd expect someone like you to be sprouting horns on your head, if anything."
So, I was just being my usual self, when that person asks me why I have to be so mean to them all the time. Well, let's give that explanation a shot, shall we? Some music should do nicely.
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