>>18I look foarward to the day in whichever year you accomplish the feat, where you and I will banter back and foarth, goaing like:
you: I am RedCream.
me: No wait, I am RedCream.
you: Noa that is not true, you are a cloan. I am RedCream.
me: That is not possible since I am RedCream. You are a cloan.
you: Cloan.
Noa.me: But I am RedCream and that can not be true.
you: Admit yoar roal. You are a cloan.
me: But... but... I am confused nao.
you: You have always been confused. Admit yoar roal.
me: Maybe I oanly thought I was RedCream all along.
you: Accepting the truth is the first step.
PUMBLENUTSme: You are soa kind to me. But I am still suspecting that I am RedCream.
you: Nao you are back-sliding in a moast peculiar fashion at this textual juncture.
me: Wow, that really sounds like me. Maybe you ARE me. Are you RedCream? I am back in the zoan of near-toatal confusion.
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