The Personal Text above me

[Cornflower MM]

There's two Cassandras now. . . . . .

That guy looks like someone I know. . . . .

[Rainshadow]

  Hiiiiiii!

  His hair reminds me of my friend's hair, although my sister says that Tobuscus' (evil laughter dude) hair looks more like mine. 

[Skyblade]

It's true. We're all small, if one thinks about it

[Søren]

Okie dokie.

[Cornflower MM]

Sure it's awesome. . . . I guess?

[LT Sandpaw]

Hiiiiiiii Hoooooooow aarrrrreee yoooooooou,

[Rainshadow]

  I'M GONNA FEED YOU TO THE FIRE ANTS!  THE FIRE AAANTS!  THEY GONNA EAT YOU UP; THEY DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU!  THEY GONNA EAT YOU UP NOW, FIRE FIRE FIRE, YEAAAAAHH!  YOU GONNA DIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!!!!

[LT Sandpaw]

Nothing is so empty,

Like space its like nothing ever was there because there is nothing there.

Space is like Rain's personal text because nothing is there.

Due to the fact there is nothing there it can't be praised, yet it can't be criticized either so it can be praised for being flawless.

Yet its bad because nothing is there.

Its like a lack of creativity, a empty black hole of nothingness because.

NOTHING IS THERE.

[Cornflower MM]

I really don't like fire ants. Sorry, but they hurt when they bite you.

[Jetthebinturong]

Hi

[Cornflower MM]

Cool name. Very inventive.

(*Facepalms* I really hate clicking the wrong button.)

[Rainshadow]

  Why, hello, little birdie!

[Skyblade]

I don't know what that means, but it seems quoteworthy.

[Søren]

We try.

[Rainshadow]

  Some awe.