It literally looks like a lightbulb with a weirdly shaped bucket on top. Maybe also a creepy night light because of your creepy eyes.
Sounds like a cheap costume.
Guess that explains your bulbous head and your blood coloring your eyes pink from the pressure.
My head has been called many things, but this is a first for ‘bulbous.’
Communication skills?
No no.
Communication Kills.
Wow. You’ve really thought in depth about it.
… not even sure I put that much thought into it.
You’re weird, Chilli.
In my defense, I have an exceptionally large brain.
But why don’t you want to?
At this point, it’s mostly because you keeping trying to push me into it and I find this disrespectful. It sets a precedent that you can make me do what you want. You can’t. There is nothing to gain from me hitting you. Regardless of whether or not I smack you hard enough to cause injury, we both lose. You either take damage and I have to feel guilty about it, or you get away with a love tap and the delusion that you can handle me while I continue to endure this behaviour, until my patience runs out and I beat your ass anyway. I want no part in any of that, so stop bothering me about it.
Figured you’d like to. I could slap you again.
I don’t want to, which is the end of the discussion so far as I’m concerned.
Oh, I suppose it could hurt you, but only if you hit my head. So go ahead and give it a try chili go ahead and slap me.
No, I don’t want to.