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> [NEO.]

> [He/They].

> Post-Canon in all the ways that matter. Still looking to take over the world.

> [Shppimgs??] I' DO;t DO, DELIEVER Y!!! [If You Want a Shot With Me, Darling, Why Don't You Hold Down Z ? ]!!!

> No Drama. No Nothing. For Fun Account Only. Capiche?

[Call me] [He/They[, CALL ME [God in Heaven[, PRAY TO MY [Now Time For a Very SSpeciial Episoad[, BUT DON'T CALL MEE [fFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF[Any Mean Names. That Wouldn't Be Very Nice. Didn't Your Mother Eveerr Tell y] [Even I wouldn't Take a Hostage]!! !HAHAHAHREEHAEHAHEHEHA

--- [I am God], little [Chameleon].

DO YOU WANT TO FIGHT ?!

OR [Will] [the World Be Covered in Darkness?].?

[I can Do This All Day]. IT'S PART OF WHY THE [Strings]..<><...

[I never need to stop].

--- I II 'V EES W [acrificed]D!!D!

GHGGGGGHGHJGKHHJKGKGKHKHKHKGKK-------!!!!!

*NEO leans forward, as if something in his chest were bothering him, him making a god-awful [Choking and Whining] noise to boot.*

*Then, a Spamton-shaped-heart comes out. So too, did confetti and laughter.* ---

--- H[AND MANN!N ! ! ! ! !

I GAVE M Y LIFE FOR YOU GGFGG [Gwim]D FOR S-SAKEN PPEOPLE!!!!!

GgGGREED ISS SONLYU [In The Eyesof The Beholder]],,!!! SS-SSO WHAt iff i LLOOKED OUT FOR MY-[[Self] FOR A CHANGE???!!

Y^YO U HA VE E N NN NN N O O OO!O !O!!!!!! ! I D D EE A A A A !WWHWHAHAAATT ---

--- *NEO pulls his jaw open in frustration at her words, black liquid leaking out his mouth. He sounds like he's ch-ch0king, Hh-hEhe can hh-hear., ththnem .... .. ,, ..../ /hh ehhehhe*

[#@#%@$]K YOU !!! ! !

YY OU HAD O I DEA WHAT I B ROU GH T TO THE STUIDO !!!! !I W A SS HIS [Red=]RIGHT ---

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--- [UNN NNNNINTENTIN]IONALLy ANNNOOOOOOOYING [Busy-Body]!!!!

[How do you like my New Duds, Toots?] HEYHYHHAHAHAHJAJAKAAJAKACJAJAHCHAHCKACAKCCAK

*Shiki + Origami equals...?*

*Ding ding ding! Excuse his vindication. [He likes to be tall].*

GET ANY [PRRRRRomotion!]S LATELY?

--- appears in his spectacles, a silhouette drawing of the woman he was staring down, only dancing through a tiny little recreation of her show on TV world.*

OH. OHHHH p[HO-HO-HO]!!!!

I RECGONIZE[ Game ], [Shini]GAMI!!!

YO U'RE THEAT [Uninformed,] [Uncollected], [Unbothered], [Unambiguous], ---

--- of him, splattering on the floor. Thankfully, it didn't touch his company, cause if it did... well, it was digging away through the floor right now, and was a viscous, sticky green color.*

YOU'LL GGET A TASTE OF WHAT IT MEANS TO BE [Holy Element].

UOU HEREING WHAT I'M SSAYING, [Super-Ego]?!?!

--- ORE [To The World[ TJAN JUST [I don't know if you're listening, Father, but please] !!!!

*W...was that his contemporary's internal voice just now? D...did he just... play it, somehow, through his body...?*

BE COME MOR E DE VV [Out]T TT .! ! !

THENNNNN...

*Drool trails out in front ---

--- BZZZZTTTT!!! BZZZZZZZTT!!!

Oh, sorry man, I gotta take this.

*His hands are phones. He picks them up(?) And listens intently.* Yeah. Mhmm. Oh no, man, totally. Haha, come on. Stop kidding yourself. I /do/ like Monkey Ball man, shut up-!!!

KKZZZT.

HELLLLL--OOOOOOOOHHHH!!! THERE"S WAY MMM ---

*They thrum and distend melodically, if you listen under the hustle and bustle. Like a cello, as he shakes from left to right ominously, a melody could be heard, if occurring accidentally.*

[Boyz] WILL BE [Toys]!!!, COME ON, [Choir] BOY, YUOU HGOTTA LISTEN[Just A Little Bit Closer, You'r]..,!!! ---

--- *Was it worth it to try and make a scam out of this? 'Meet my inferior clone!!' Ah, too many twins are popping that grift anyway... [From One World to The Next]. Might as well get this little [Absorbent as He] on the right path.*

EVER HEARD OF A [Gate] MADE OF [Pearl][S]?

--- Call]! [It's For You.] COME OOOOOON YOU LITTLE [Scrunch]/. TAKE A [Look. At Me.]!!!

*Was his /other/ aware it was a mirror, either? Could he recognize who or what was behind those pink and gold eyes? Ah, the tribulations of a fractured identity! [You. Just Flip[[ed]]. My Switch]!!!* ---

*The truth was, NEO couldn't tell if he was talking into a mirror. Fresh meat, it was. The kind you buy and sell in a factory. Did this guy have any ambition at all? Did he care, at all, about himself? Was he even a kernel to be popped? Or was he .*

[Phone Call], [Phone ---

--- become a beautiful flower, covering his contemporary in glitter, confetti and sequins. Aww. Isn't that just precious?*

MY [ision,] MY [Father art in Heaven], MY [Maclom in the] [Mirror]!!!

YOU HAVE A LONG WAY TO GO, MAN.

*A... poke on his nose...?*