>Day struggling with 4chinks to rerail the thread
>Sit plotting at your wonderful computer running windows 98
>Your poor, big whoop
>"Is being poor your fetish?"
>Reach outside your cardboard box and grab a hand full of mud
>beging rubbing it on your bare chest
"No"
>"Is filth your fetish?"
"Also no, I'm bored, what can I say?"
>"You could say 'I do' "
"No"
>Close the flaps to your box
>Sleep cold that night
>When you awake in the morning there is a box next to yours with Fluttershy looking at your box through a slit