You make my pores excrete sweat (because you're hot).
Now you're just plain teasing me with the riddles.
Elky!
Like wtfz, that is beyond my capacity to even begin to decipher and you know. YOU KNOW IT.
YELK That's a word scramble of someone's name, figure it out
Don't be foolish, everyone knows I'm not racist. Unless you're a Canadian, then I hope you die.
Oh, so it's bad because it's brown? Racigist!
So far, The Night Listener is like Dear Mr. Henshaw for dirty old gays.
I have never been told to be quiet before by Ignatius, but it satisfies me in a way I thought only flap-jacks could.