Keep on fightin’, retard.

More angry text please!

Going upstairs to have dinner with mom is not “actual stuff to do” with your “friends”. Let’s be real: your primary (perhaps only?) pastime is internet commenting as shown in your lengthy expressive posts. Nick and I will welcome you back with open arms when you’re excused from the table.

It can’t end. NOT LIKE THIS.

Yikes!

Same here! I have never seen such an intense flailing of anger on a comment thread. I can’t believe how entertaining it is whilst simultaneously being as sad as it is.

You’re going down now, retard.

Continue the meltdown, please!

MORE COMMENTS.

The larger the textblock, the higher the satisfaction. More please!

Never stop. Let the hate flow through you.

The meltdown continues.

Keep fighting, bud.

That’s actually a picture of you, Lord Dog Masturbator XVII. Feel free to take a break from commenting and get back to your favorite creamy canine goodness.

Fuck off, retard.

Cool textblock. Not sure what it said but FIGHT! FIGHT EVERY LAST ONE, INTERNET CRUSADER.

This is amazing. Keep fighting. Don’t stop! FIGHT THEM ALL!

Some people just can’t help themselves. They think they’re the Neo of the internet, fighting off a nearly infinite number of Mr. Smiths. They must reply to every. single. one. It’s kinda sad, but also kind of entertaining.

Full. Blown. Internet. Meltdown.