Now I'll have you know, My dear Mr. m0r1arty, that I do indeed do my own cooking because I do not in the remotest bit trust that parasite of a 'woman' that most 'men' would call My 'mother', nor for that matter any other 'woman'.
Indeed, it is indubitably true that I would like very much for My 'mother' to be cooking for Me at the fine age that I have reached; but I must confess to feeling that she might do something horribly incompetent, as is characteristic of all 'women', and poison me.
I thus have become very much accustomed to barbecuing filthy gender traitors and 'women', and baking My own bread using the dust of the freshly-ground bones of filthy gender traitors, tradcucks and all the rest of the filth that shall soon be permanently 'deloused' from this plane of existence.
Should you remain doubtful of My claims, I shall be sure to send you a free freshly-baked loaf of My homemade 'gender traitor toast' upon the final establishment of the Inceldom. It has become quite a delicacy where I currently reside. And I sincerely hope that you do not tire of it, because it is likely all that will be available in the stores for quite some time: filthy gender traitors of all kinds abound and thus it is very cheap to make food out of them.
I must also inform you that I personally am very fond of reducing them into a fine pink mist, which I then collect in containers and spread on My bread. The taste, quite frankly, is superb, and I should like to offer you some in the near future.
Yours faithfully,
The true Lord and Saviour of Man, TheImpossible1, TheUnbannable1, not to be confused with My vile and vastly less intelligent impostor.
Now I'll have you know, My dear Mr. m0r1arty, that I do indeed do my own cooking because I do not in the remotest bit trust that parasite of a 'woman' that most 'men' would call My 'mother', nor for that matter any other 'woman'.
Indeed, it is indubitably true that I would like very much for My 'mother' to be cooking for Me at the fine age that I have reached; but I must confess to feeling that she might do something horribly incompetent, as is characteristic of all 'women', and poison me.
I thus have become very much accustomed to barbecuing filthy gender traitors and 'women', and baking My own bread using the dust of the freshly-ground bones of filthy gender traitors, tradcucks and all the rest of the filth that shall soon be permanently 'deloused' from this plane of existence.
Should you remain doubtful of My claims, I shall be sure to send you a free freshly-baked loaf of My homemade 'gender traitor toast' upon the final establishment of the Inceldom. It has become quite a delicacy where I currently reside. And I sincerely hope that you do not tire of it, because it is likely all that will be available in the stores for quite some time: filthy gender traitors of all kinds abound and thus it is very cheap to make food out of them.
I must also inform you that I personally am very fond of reducing them into a fine pink mist, which I then collect in containers and spread on my bread. The taste, quite frankly, is superb, and I should like to offer you some in the near future.
Yours faithfully,
The true Lord and Saviour of Man, TheImpossible1, TheUnbannable1, not to be confused with My vile and vastly less intelligent impostor.
Now I'll have you know, My dear Mr. m0r1arty, that I do indeed do my own cooking because I do not in the remotest bit trust that parasite of a 'woman' that most 'men' would call My 'mother', nor for that matter any other 'woman'.
Indeed, it is indubitably true that I would like very much for My 'mother' to be cooking for Me at the fine age that I have reached; but I must confess to feeling that she might do something horribly incompetent, as is characteristic of all 'women', and poison me.
I thus have become very much accustomed to barbecuing filthy gender traitors and 'women', and baking My own bread using the dust of the freshly-ground bones of filthy gender traitors, tradcucks and all the rest of the filth that shall soon be permanently 'deloused' from this plane of existence.
Should you remain doubtful of My claims, I shall be sure to send you a free freshly-baked loaf of My homemade 'gender traitor toast' upon the final establishment of the Inceldom. It has become quite a delicacy where I currently reside. And I sincerely hope that you do not tire of it, because it is likely all that will be available in the stores for quite some time: filthy gender traitors of all kinds abound and thus it is very cheap to make food out of them.
I must also inform you that I personally am very fond of reducing them into a fine pink mist, which I then collect in containers and spread on my bread. The taste, quite frankly, is superb.
Yours faithfully,
The true Lord and Saviour of Man, TheImpossible1, TheUnbannable1.