Oh dear, he's getting upset and threatening abusive litigation. He's even threatening to use the court system to smear his opponents and cut off their tugboats. He's serious!
He's also upset about people who are able to monetize themselves more effectively than himself. Remember, Lou believes in eating the rich, and compared to him,
everybody is rich. And as we all know, he has quite the appetite!
And he's a fighter. He fights greed. He knows a
lot about greed, you see. You could almost say he has a nose for it.
He's also a tough guy. Look how cool he is in the face of the dreaded Twitter Gif.
And he knows that justice is on his side, thanks to his newfound mastery of the Kiwi Farms's secret weapon: The Print Screen key.
But the cracks are starting to show. Can he keep up the good fight, or did he just reach into his pizza box, scratch around frustratedly at the cardboard, look down in anger and discover that the box is empty? Is his body about to fail him?
Alas, it is not his day. He retreats into his den, to lick his wounds. The wounds he can reach, anyway. Not
every feline has enough thin privilege to shove its face down where the sun don't shine and lick down the necrotizing flesh between its thighs.
So with sorrow in his heart, he returns soon enough to twitter, to make a stunning announcement to a candid world: A friend's mother is fucking dead, and it's all about him.
Good night, and see you all next ti --
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no. We must move fast!
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That's a relief. At least the stuff in my post is safe and sound, forever enshrined. His twitter feed is
good and I'll be on the lookout for the next account he opens. They're not hard to find, seeing as he likes to bomb every beggar hashtag on a regular basis.