"Fuckxng rxghteous," you grin evilly at your reflection. "X look lxke X'm about to usher xn the end txmes or some shxt. Wxsh X had some feathery wxngs to go wxth xt, but that mxght scare the larva." You proceed to have a very upliftingly evil chat with your matesprit, mostly involving the various ways you can ruin Cloris Whatserpail's internet reputation. By the end of it, you're feeling considerably more cheerful. Finally, a use for your thinkpan other than as a place to hang your goggles. “Yay, there’s somethxng X can do after all” you mutter, petting LL's hair.