Containment What If?

aka 'Pray Away de Gay'

"There is no such thing as a Tomgirl. Stop dressing like a homogay."
"There is no such thing as a Tomgirl. Stop dressing like a homogay."
"There is no such thing as a Tomgirl. Stop dressing like a homogay."
"There is no such thing as a Tomgirl. Stop dressing like a homogay."
"There is no such thing as a Tomgirl. Stop dressing like a homogay."
"There is no such thing as a Tomgirl. Stop dressing like a homogay."
"There is no such thing as a Tomgirl. Stop dressing like a homogay."
"When I snap my fingers you will wake up and not be a fabulously fruit-scented closetcase."
 
LOL, Chris would have to tend to Barb's holey buttocks for the rest of his life without it getting any better. Sounds like Sisyphus.

In the state Barb is in now, it sounds like a form of hell. Some malevolent supernatural force ("dark powers") or being would have to keep Barb alive and in poor health like how Jason Kendrick Howell was kept alive after Rosechu face raped him.
 
"Go to the toilet. Use it. Keep your pants clean."


Sorry, that was low-hanging fruit.

In reality: clean up, do laundry, take a fucking bath, tell Barb to fuck off, get the cars repaired, have somebody look at the roof, get a job.
 
Go to the Game Place naked and do the "Walk Like An Egyptian" dance.
 
At some point, 14 branchland ct would burn down due to the hoard being set ablaze by 'The CWCening'.

Because there can be only one, and it wouldn't be Barb.
 
^ There'd be lots of people there he could whine and moan to. They'd get sick of his bullshit eventually (and his body odor :alog: ) and kick him out.

Both of them are too out shape/lazy to have a shouting match for very long. :alog:
 
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I see it going sort of like this. She keeps Chris enslaved till he finally passes at age 60 or so, at which point she sort of crashes into dark, eldritch slumber. Eventually as the bills go unpaid, within a few years she'll end up evicted, living out of her van with only a portable mini-hoard to snuggle into. Once the gas and pocket money runs out, I figure she might crash into slumber again - and there she would stay until a lifeform capable of serving her evolves from the hoard. And since she has no need for food, drink, or medicine, "serving" means only "spooning".
 
What if Chris lived in Mithlothian, right near to his high school? You know he'd be visiting his old special ed teachers every week, and then eventually they'd get sick of his bull shit and get him banned. He'd try to hang out there during school hours.
 
We'd have to bring Chris's trolls out of retirement, team up with them, team up with Hulk Hogan, and journey into 14 Branchland Ct. to rescue Chris in an epic videogame struggle against Snorlax and the Hoard. Because if she outlives him, it's because Chris figured out she was immortal, the shock of which allowed him to overcome autism long enough to realize he's screwed and then kill himself.
 
He would enjoy there. But only for a few minutes because he would whine about not having a sweetheart.

He will be a good person, but he might defend the X-Box One.

I'd hypnotize Chris into getting back to his Classic style: Making videos and drawing Sonichu.

I might hypnotize him in giving me my PS3. :ween:

I'll also hypnotize him into being a Microsoft fanboy.
 
Discord would open up a portal to either Westeros or the Warhammer 40k universe the moment he tried to touch applejack simply to dick with him
 
obviously use his deep sighs as the trigger word for him to begin acting like a chicken.
 
I'd maximize his autistic utility by hypnotizing him into becoming a super productive blogger. I guess the key to this is convincing Chris that his art is his greatest attractive quality and if he creates lots and lots of online content, his sweetheart will find him faster. He'd start making Sonichu again, but at the rate of a page a week, along with artist commentaries on Youtube. Instead of bitching about being lonely on FB and Twitter, he'd be announcing new comic strips and promoting new ones like Trollbusters and CWC's World. I think everyone would be happier if Chris was producing his strange original art and sharing it with us instead of constant complaining.
 
What type of immortal are we talking about? Like, "stays the same age she was at when she became immortal", "aging immortal", or "reverts to youth immortal?"

Whichever way would surely impact her already-strained relationship with the outside world, as being the sole unchanging factor in life-even in a sleepy town like Ruckersville-can cause trouble, as the speculation on immortality goes. She'd probably have to move every so often, with great fuss on her part and even greater fuss on the local U-Haul rental's.
 
Judge Holden said:
Discord would open up a portal to either Westeros or the Warhammer 40k universe the moment he tried to touch applejack simply to dick with him
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If Discord could open a portal, then he would actually open a portal to the universe of a cartoon called the marvellous misadventures of flapjack, where the portal leads to a place called PICKLE ISLAND. Chris would rage the moment he sees a literal pickle man.
 
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