Connect Four

Uh, I don't really know what Connect Four even is, so I am going to tell you that in fancy handwriting style. Here I go, a, 1, a, 2, a, 3, whoop-la. Does every number scrapes it's own dick and has a in it? Yes, it does! Cool! Nice! Okay enough of that stupid game, I will tell you what Connect Four really is. If I do not murder you first.

It's a bitch. It's a bitch. You will defile. You will defile. YOU WILL DEFILE. Your girlfriend's wife. True.

Okay, now, let me translate this cathephigoric phrase to Russian.

Elon Musk. Elon Musk. ELON MUSK. No. I do not want a tissue. No. I do not want a tissue. NO. I DO NOT WANT A TISSUE TO WIPE THE BOOGER OUT OF MY NOSE. I WILL USE MY BARE FEET TO WIPE THE BOOGER OUT OF MY NOSE. YES, I WILL USE MY BARE FEET TO WIPE THE BOOGER OUT OF MY NOSE. I DO NOT WANT TO GET MURDERED AT SUCH A YOUNG AGE, OR GET BURNED AT THE STAKE, too. Nyupo. Niech'teveai. END OF SENTENCE.

See, what I was trying to tell you. You can not just defile your girlfriend's wife or axe, whenever you want to. You have to wait, patiently wait until you die and go to heaven {or hell}, to do that.

If you are a evil man, you have two choices. Go to heaven or play Connect Four. Whoa. GO FOR IT, PLAY CONNECT FOUR.

GOODBYE!!