"All you do is go to prison" legit cracked me up. Does Rick, like the infant baby child he is, think that it will magically come true one day if he repeats it many thousands of times?
The way he replies to the pest texts are really fascinating to me.
His tweets are all crafted for an audience of shitlibs who always care about the current thing on twitter, and the points he tries to make are always against the most retarded strawman of whoever the bad guy is that day. His intended audience gives him dopamine, and his detractors get childed and hidden. The main reason he's still on twitter, despite it being owned by elmo the muskrat, is because he feels he looks good to his intended audience, and that he is winning against his enemies.
I think that deep down, he knows he isn't going to see anyone go to prison. He knows that he owes quasi $40k. He knows that it may get very real very soon now that the debt is in wisconsin. We've seen him admit this when someone tricks him into talking candidly about it, which he usually does pretty easily as soon as he doesn't think you're a stalker child. I know everyone is different, but I would not be admitting that I owe $40k to a random fucking person who was the recipient of a prank email through a website's contact form after a few texts. He is absolutely desperate to get anyone he can to help him, because as it stands right now, he is fucking losing, and even he isn't so stupid he can't see it.
But he can't let the idiots win. So he goes on twitter, and he says whatever all the cool kids are saying, and he gets his likes, and he hides the stalker childs. On twitter, he's winning, at least in his own delusional mind. "
I have 50k followers! Sometimes john walker flynt ineracts with me!" he thinks to himself, on his fart couch in his half hovel with his ugly wife and his cat named fucking
robert mewler and his dead writing career and $40k in debt to someone he will never actually meet because they're still a john doe in all the legal stuff. To anyone with eyes, L M A FUCKING O at his life, but to him, he's a successful author with a hot wife and a cool car and a vibrant following on twitter.
But text messaging is not the same as twitter at all. When someone texts you, they can say whatever they want, and you can't hide anything. You don't get a chance to make a grand statement about how correct your opinions are, because the other person can just send 15 texts calling you a fat faggot with bitch tits and not even read what you say. So when fat gets a text, he has to maintain his actual-tough-guy-who-is-totally-winning persona, but he fails immediately because he can't do it on the spot because he is a big fat loser. His tough guy programming is too slow for real time, so it goes into panic mode and just combines a set of sentence structures ("No stalker, X is just your delusions again", "No stalker, X is what you do", etc) with the subjects of the incoming messages, and of course follows up with his his classic you-are-going-to-prison copypasta. He's like a robot experiencing something that his programming can't handle, and he is shouting "NON SEQUITUR, DOES NOT COMPUTE". A fat robot.
He's pretty fat too I mean come on look at his fucking pants. You can see the exact outline of his wallet through his pocket.