Salutations ZabuJard, this is Tom Fulp. My forbearance has shattered, lest my auriferous trident for your black heart may never be rich no matter how much gold I stuff as my little love pouch. You lack the competencies for social skills, for I have gleaned my evidence; no discern was processed to determine. Your game is denizen to the devil, I will jag my fork of God into your entire career. I have concluded your subterfuge known as mercy will have no avail against me!

My website is naturally thelemic, which makes me a magnanimous debonair. Your own malfeasance give you your own unicity. Do not balk at my words however, your raiments are not torn quite yet for I need to inveterate my problems, A professional rhinologist would fret at your abomination. Do you dare include Saint George Floyd into my website? Your kyrie would be smitten by every God for adding one of my personal idols. Your incorrigible to listening; blind your eyes, muffle your ears, fester your oxyphonic mouth to deliver your message. I don't recall you as a bluebird, allow me to gag your mouth with watermelons and chicken, I will need to attune my table to your liking incase you shallow my propitious idea whole. Are you accost to me? Fighting angerly will abandon your dignity. Come out to me big man, and get off George Floyd's neck. George Floyd pallescent like his fentanyl. Pray tell, why is Super-Floyd a minion? Does he perhaps want a banana, surely you must be dietetic without your potassium. The minions were victims of the Holocaust, the Jews were gassed, faced ustion, and Humpty Dumpty fell off a wall.

Adhere my advice coward, your swastika represents Hitler! Caveman could only draw with sharp objects and clay, the cavemen drew swatstikas to represent circles or the sun. You're not the all seeing eye, my prudent philodox moderators are! You're just a nazi! Why must we go on with this dingy video game, free speech is septic to my society. I will jugulate you. Embellish your head onto my wall with my other Newgrounds medals; you will be hung higher then George Floyds thick lips, flung higher then Jewish babies in the Holocaust the nazi's used as target practice. And faster then the Jewish minecarts that flung a precise 45 degree angle into ovens. And my clever facade will mesmerize you to the likes to Red Riding Hood's grandma.

Fromward your games, remain chary to the big hand of thunder; and the soothing voice of the sea. For Tom Fulp is your priority now, your games are down; all you concocted were 4 right turns. Which makes a square. I made Newgrounds; which got me somewhere!

You're gone, decrescent to zilch child!

-Tom Fulp

@powerkitten4