Submitted for the approval of the midnight society, Fat Fuck Theater presents: The Tard Aquatic. An extremely verbose shitpost written in the style of MovieBob's really bad fanfiction.
Scene: Our hero, the lovable handsome Movie Bob, superior coastal elite ubermensch and future member of the golden space illuminati (pending when NASA finally gets the budget to grind midwest rednecks into a fine base to fuel Star Trek replicators) happily waddles up to the loser table at the eternal Highschool cafeteria purgatory dimmension that is Twitter, and happily introduces himself to his glorious left-wing intellectual comrades.
MovieBob clears his throat, smiles smugly with his eyes tightly sealed shut in blissful smugness and declares: "Gentlemen! I'm glad to make your acquaintance! We glorious elites have to stick together in these trying times, what with all the undesirables from wastelands such as Ohio and Michigan robbing our oxygen! I present you fine gentlemen with a glorious new hot take from my superior mind: since obviously globization and automation has made all the subhuman middle american mongrels an obsolete thing from the past, I was thinking maybe we should pull away funding from their wretched "hospitals" and "jobs" and put them towards creating holographic projections that can play Marvel movies on the moon! That way, even those pathetic "humans" can enjoy high-quality cinematic masterpieces without having to leave their filthy hovels, just by looking out their windows!"
With pursed lips and wry eyebrows, MovieBob puts his hand to his ear and gleefully anticipates the cheers of joy from his fellow Americana nobility for his great idea: but hark! What's this? The crowd screams out!
"What the fuck is wrong with you, you lunatic?" "Dude, stop dehumanizing people. It's fucked up. What are you, Hitler?" "My family is from Ohio, you asshole!" "Why are you shitting on the working class? We're supposed to be fighting for them." "Why do you four whole chickens on your lunch tray? Why do they all smell like mountain dew?"
MovieBob emits a manly roar of horror as his face contorts like a John K cartoon gag. "NO! NOOOOOO!" he cries to the heavens. "YOU WERE MY ALLIES! MY BROTHERS IN ARMS! WHAT'S HAPPENED TO YOU?! WHY ARE YOU ATTACKING ME!"
As Robert's fallen heroes avoid eye-contact with him, MovieBob runs at the speed of smell waddling on the stumps that used to be his feet as he slams out the door, drops to his knees and cries out in the rain. In the dark clouds above, he sees the horrible orange visage of his archnemesis, the anchor weighing down scientific progress and asian mommy gfs for all: DRUMPF! Tears in his eyes, he realizes that the orange devil has even destroyed the commradary of the liberal elite godkings themselves.
With snot running down his nose and a giant log of shit in his shorts, he clenches his fists and screeches: "BLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMPF!!!!!!!!"
TL;DR: lol that nigga gets roasted even by other tards