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carcinoGeneticist [CG] began trolling youlittleshit [?]

CG: I'M TRYING REALLY HARD TO FIND SOMETHING POSITIVE TO SAY ABOUT THIS NETWORK RIGHT NOW.
CG: LIKE REALLY FUCKING HARD, BUT I CAN'T SEEM TO THINK OF ANYTHING.
CG: MIGHT BECAUSE OF THAT DUMB NAME.
CG: OR THE VERY DISGUSTING HEADER.
CG: OR EVEN THE FACT THAT IF I BROWSE IT ALL I CAN FIND ARE HUMAN KIDS IN SPANDEX ACTING HUMANLY STUPID.
CG: I DON'T REALLY FUCKING KNOW.
CG: WHAT DO I KNOW THOUGH, IS THAT I'M SURE EVEN IF I FOCUS ON FUCKING RAINBOWS AND ALL THAT IS NICE I COULDN'T BE ABLE TO GIVE A COMMENDATION TO THIS PLACE ABOUT ANYTHING AT ALL.
CG: BUT WHAT DO I EVEN CARE ANYWAY.
CG: WHAT I ACTUALLY CARE OF IS
CG: WHY IN THE FLYING FUCK AM I WRITING HERE?
CG: IS THERE SOME OUTWORLDLY FORCE COMPELLING ME TO TYPE THIS SHIT ON THIS NETWORK OF ANY PLACE FOR SOME DUMBASS REASON?
CG: OR MAYBE BECAUSE I AM A MASOCHISTIC ASSHOLE WHO LOATHE HIMSELF?
CG: I FEEL LIKE THE LATTER ONE IS THE ANSWER HERE BECAUSE I SERIOUSLY CAN'T STOP MYSELF.
CG: IT'S LIKE I FEEL MENTAL PLEASURE BY BREAKING MY COMPUTER'S KEYS WHILE ANGRILY MASHING THEM BECAUSE OF FUTILE REASONS LIKE THIS ONE.
CG: OH MY GOD, I'M STARTING TO FEEL LIKE THAT EQUIS ASSHOLE.
CG: I REALLY FUCKING HOPE NO ONE IS AROUND TO READ THIS.
CG: I KNOW IT WOULD BECOME A THING IN NO TIME.

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[Red Robin is standing just outside a store in a city, having managed to let the villain he was pursuing escape. He takes a moment to mentally berate himself before sighing and looking around to notice where he is. "Born This Way" is the song currently blasting inside the store, loud enough for half the block to hear. He frowns, completely ignoring the looks he's getting from the city-goers the longer he stands there.]

Of course. No matter where I go, this song is playing.