ok, does anyone remember the hippie, crunchy birkenstock-laden teacher and the fat kid with the winger t-shirt from beavis and butt-head? they sang lesbian seagull and were earnest while speaking in high-pitched voices. they're real and they're here. osyrus/maybe kyoto doesn't seem to get bored of terrorizing them like dogs do to geese. so many airborne feathers and high-pitched noises of alarm in gpt now. i'm concerned he could just never tire of freaking the wet rags out and continue this indefinetly, putting the marc wallice thread's crown in jeapordy.