Wait, what?
I didn't even prepare a speech! My stars, am I so grateful that I was given the chance to assert my social dominance over such a talented and varied (yet still inferior) group of people.
I'd like to thank all the little folk in my life. To those who had raised me to be the odd manchild-posting-as-a-turtle-from-space-though-later-iterations-say-that-he-comes-from-Atlantis, I say unto you: I'm sorry for stealing for dad's expensive calculator (with the cool sleeve) for a period of two weeks back around '91 or so. I understand back then such machinery was like magic to you at the time. I didn't even need the damn thing - I just wanted to mash buttons and look like I was some hotshot wallstreet guy or accountant at the Big 4. This was before I had any semblance of what corporate life was really like, and I, at the tender age of 6 was all about marble polished floors, board room meetings like those depicted in Robocop, fancy cubicles with the padding so you can thumbtack Bloom County strips to the delight of all of your business-casually dressed comrades. Forgive me papa.
Oh, and thanks to all of you. You've kept me sane when I was literally doing penny hits to keep myself fed, and I was literally being stalked by my old roommates from whom my little family had escaped from. The earnings from my first week actually went into purchasing a bat.
And I hope to stick around, or at least up to the point where I get banned. Which seems to be somewhat of a recurring theme for gimmick accounts. I've already designated
@aveline to be my headsman (headswoman?) the moment I turn heel.
Also, don't blame me, I voted for
@mboone73
Also, blame
@A6_Foul_Out - he's the one that brought this upon you all.