Psychoanalysis

So? Are you ready to have a seemingly innocent debate with me? Are you?!

I didn't think so. Your goals are for you to be right, and the narrarator to be wrong. You might think that I'm stalling to create more filling paragraphs, so that I wouldn't be blasted for my formatting, but you know what? I'm just trying to explain that y'ull use EVERY edge against me, including that typo.

You don't like what I'm saying, do you? Well, then. Leave. Press the red X> OOPS I MADE A TYPO YOU'RE GOING TO USE THAT AGAINST ME Click Recent Changes. Go do something else. Go ANNOY someone else. If you don't listen to me and leave me alone (despite my initiation of this debate), I'll become invincibly annoying!

Oh. Now you're daring me. Saying this analysis is my thoughts, and that I'm bleeding out my own psychowhatever. Well, you're wrong. I'm telling you the truth, and you're going to believe it. I like picking up my pieces, pointing out that they're flaws so you can't use them. But I can. I can do anything.

If you say I can't, you're wrong. Totally totally totally wrong. I win. You lose. I can do anything. Period. No debates. I win. Nol. No. I win. I made a typo, but if I point that out, I win, I win, I win, I win, I win, I wi

Looks like the narrarator had a heart attack. You win, reader. Comments?