#(god even in smaller moments like this NEO is inconveniencing Spaul 😂)

[thebigshotman]

(Roasting) Big bird. Get in the oven, big bird. You'll go great with potatoes. You even come with your own tinfoil, how convenient.

ROASTING TIME

Now that he is done reducing that last anon to ashes, Spaul can properly focus his attention on this one now. And what they have to say isn’t much better, but at least it’s slightly alright by the sheer virtue that it isn’t another practical joke. The strings lower his wings so they wrap around himself, almost as if to mock what they’re saying.

*WH4T??? YOU THINK I’M S0ME [[Thanksgiving Turkey]] WHO SHOULD B3 [slowly roasted] AND-AND-AND [nom nom]ed????

He sighs, having been rendered a bit calmer after killing that insolent anon before. They’re right, if only just a little. With his feathered hair and wings and “beak”, he probably looks more than a little like a bird. The whole “tinfoil” part though.

*[Smooth Taste of] NEO 1S NOT [[tinfoil]]!!! IT C0ULD [*explosion*] U IN 5 S3CONDS OR [[your money back!]]!!!

As if on cue, though, his wings go to shield him even more. The strings lessening their hold just to mock him. He grits his teeth as an unholy amount of static plays at an ungodly volume, before sighing and putting out his hands.

*…WHERE-WHERE’$ THE [industry grade oven]…???