My criminality is well known, in lexical circles - my base contempt for the tyranny of accepted nomenclature always on display. I'm the joker/smoker/midnight toker of not spelling things correctly. But I have a very complex and yet absolutely wrong reason for why "phase" means "faze," just completely made up, and yet internally consistent enough to stay lodged there with primacy over the true word. Gabriel decided that I needed to be punished, which is true, but not for this! I need to be punished about another, different thing and I'm hoping this will apply.
But there is a more vital threat beneath, one I fear to tell. Every utterance of "faze" brings with it the potential emergence of the wicked FaZe Clan, in a whorl of smoke that smells of jasmine and Doritos Locos. In their wake? PRIME bottles and the shrapnel of influencer lunchoids. Honestly, I should invoke the FaZe Clan just to help my K/D frankly - whatever else these squirrel-faced wastoids are, they're…
Hang on a second. There's someone - something - at the door.
(CW)TB out.
