But the pests still keep hurting you, Pat.
The fact he obsessively clings to the fantasy that the empty threats, rage-oinks, and promises of prison he shrieks in the direction of at the patposters is in actuality hurting them
far more than the patposters hurt him is one of the many perennial mysteries of the pig that leaves me straight up flabbergasted at how fucking stupid he is.
Like....how could he not fucking see how much both us in the backrooms here and those directly pig-poking him on xitter and beyond are fucking shitting ourselves laughing every time he flails and bellows his latest tirade into the cackling void?!
Does he not realise how little time and effort needs to be invested to laugh about him with the e-homies or to call him fat on social media?!
Can he not feel how much physical and mental stress he is inflicting upon himself by responding to each and every troll that prods him with the exact fucking response they actively want him to provide?!
As I have said so many times before, he could just
stop. Literally just stop inflicting pain upon himself in order to entertain us. That is objectively the worst thing he could do to hurt us. He could still be a fat fucking faggot with bitch tits and the shittest father in the midwest to his lard encrusted heart's content, he could still oink about orange man to try and go viral on social media...just
stop feeding the fucking trolls and his quality of life skyrockets.
But he wont. Because he is so fucking pig headed in every conceivable sense of the term, and so smugly assured of his own specialness and how he is totally owning da trolls by feeding them, and so narcissistic that he refuses to "admit defeat" by ceasing his retarded crusade that he will not even consider this most basic fucking solution to his problems.