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- 10 Wrz 2020
Were the Man of PigWhat a lying piece of shit. I’m just going to flat out say it I don’t believe this guy’s BS anymore even for one second.
A Pig of Pen
He'd pick one up to write again
Yet with no capeshit to be found
That pig could ape so now he's drown'd
In Miller, debt and Twitter fights
He squeals all day and SWATs all night.
Inspired by Fuckwit, go check out https://pfgforums.com/threads/patrick-the-cursed-swine-a-comedy-of-hubris-and-failure.34678/
Act III, Scene II: A Tavern
Enter Patrick.
Pat:
I, Patrick, am the master of the jest,
An expert in the art of wordplay, blessed
With skill that none can match, and yet I find
No humor in the wit of MacDonald's kind.
Troll stands.
Troll:
Thou art so fat, how canst thou write at all?
With piggy-hooves that barely grip and stall.
Pat:
I am not fat, thou stalking miscreant.
Troll:
Thou art more swine than man, thou portly pig,
Thy form a sight that doth thy worth belig.
Pat:
Thou hast been told, a thousand times or more,
To cease thy contact, lest thou art forswore.
Troll:
Thou art a fat and homosexual wight,
With bitch-tits heaving, quite an awful sight.
Pat:
Enjoy thy prison stay, thou stalking cur,
For such as thee, the punishment's a blur.
Troll:
Pay thy debt to Quasi, ere thou boast loud,
Or suffer shame, and join the coward crowd.
Troll exits.
Patrick:
I shall never let the fools hold the victory!
For I am the greatest writer of all time,
And a political firebrand to boot!
Patrick raises his cup and takes a drink.
Enter Patrick.
Pat:
I, Patrick, am the master of the jest,
An expert in the art of wordplay, blessed
With skill that none can match, and yet I find
No humor in the wit of MacDonald's kind.
Troll stands.
Troll:
Thou art so fat, how canst thou write at all?
With piggy-hooves that barely grip and stall.
Pat:
I am not fat, thou stalking miscreant.
Troll:
Thou art more swine than man, thou portly pig,
Thy form a sight that doth thy worth belig.
Pat:
Thou hast been told, a thousand times or more,
To cease thy contact, lest thou art forswore.
Troll:
Thou art a fat and homosexual wight,
With bitch-tits heaving, quite an awful sight.
Pat:
Enjoy thy prison stay, thou stalking cur,
For such as thee, the punishment's a blur.
Troll:
Pay thy debt to Quasi, ere thou boast loud,
Or suffer shame, and join the coward crowd.
Troll exits.
Patrick:
I shall never let the fools hold the victory!
For I am the greatest writer of all time,
And a political firebrand to boot!
Patrick raises his cup and takes a drink.
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