Defenders Ov Hate

Welcome to the oldfag retreat, where Nate somehow saved my life by yelling "goddamnitible!" at a suspicious-looking toaster. Buss Keit immediately declared it an anti heil operation, Wang nodded in complete agreement, and then, for reasons no one could explain, I flooded my diaper. The retreat handbook says this is "within expected parameters," so nobody even blinked. Breakfast is at 8, existential crises at 9, and confusing everyone else by speaking exclusively in nonsense is mandatory.