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I sexually Identify as a trebuchet. Ever since I was a boy I dreamed of sending 90 kilogram projectiles soaring through the skies to land on disgusting foreigners 300 meters away. People say to me that a person being a trebuchet is Impossible and I’m fucking retarded but I don’t care, I’m beautiful. I’m having a plastic surgeon install a counterweight onto my body. From now on I want you guys to call me "Trebuchet" and respect my right to kill from 300 meters away and kill needlessly. If you can’t accept me you’re a trebuphobe and need to check your seige weapon privilege. Thank you for being so understanding.
If you're gonna talk sh*t about me, you can at least say it to me. I warned you that this wasn't a road you want to go down with me. Back when you started insulting my friends, I told you should watch what you say before you get your feelings hurt. You really want me to be your enemy?
You just sealed your fate, kid.