he's right though. but yeah thinking about him typing this and looking like that just makes me lol.
as stacies and female orbiters furiously pound on his door asking to fuck him he writes his incel memoirs, hunched over his keyboard in a small room lit by a single candle.
"woe is me!", he wails as the moans from a stacylite waft by him from the opposite side of the door.
just lol at being autistic like him