Then point for me! Of the two of us, somehow the actual fang-bearing alien is the less creepy one. Good job, me! Time for a pat on the back.
[He reaches over his shoulder to do just that, scowling into his screen all the while.]
The point remains: your staring was a waste of time for all involved. What was it for? Does your thought process resemble the boot-up time of ancient, creaking computers best left to scrap heaps and museums of quaint, bygone technology? Or is social awkwardness your personal calling card, and writhing tentacled horrors forbid you not take the opportunity to hand it out via visual non-expression to all comers? Because whatever it was meant to accomplish, it sure wasn't anything useful.
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Then point for me! Of the two of us, somehow the actual fang-bearing alien is the less creepy one. Good job, me! Time for a pat on the back.
[He reaches over his shoulder to do just that, scowling into his screen all the while.]
The point remains: your staring was a waste of time for all involved. What was it for? Does your thought process resemble the boot-up time of ancient, creaking computers best left to scrap heaps and museums of quaint, bygone technology? Or is social awkwardness your personal calling card, and writhing tentacled horrors forbid you not take the opportunity to hand it out via visual non-expression to all comers? Because whatever it was meant to accomplish, it sure wasn't anything useful.