I didn't hit on anybody?

Oh. Other one. My bad.

We have the Pissbaby, the Poet and the Predator.

{Strokes his own ego.}

"Skin eater" sounds so unthreatening. Chicken skin is delicious. Foreskin? Probably not so much. #Swerve

Give yourself a blowie. I'm not sure if we're that flexible though.

I cut off Reek's wiener a few days ago. It might be a bit mouldy but you can have that if you want.

@DrearfortMaster Don't think it's small enough to pass off for a dwarf's cock. Anyway, I'm trying to sell it to the less frightening -

@DrearfortMaster - version of myself in hopes that he'll get food poisoning.

Reek. Reek. Reek. Reek. Reek. Reek. Reek. Reek. Reek. Reek. Reek. Reek. Reek. Reek. Reek. Reek. Reek. Reek. Reek. Ree

{Casually kills Arthur Glenmore because I'm a giant douchebag.}

If I had work, would I be here right now? Think, you fucking idiot.

I have a million different girls that hide under my bed, and when I let them out they treat me right.

Freak.

I bought us a new place to live, @TheKrakensSon. It's quieter. You can scream louder there. You too, Jeyne Poole.

{Remains locked away in a psychiatric unit for the criminally insane during any post-Ramsay SLs.}

@TheKrakensSon {Has been sentenced to life in prison, forced to take drugs that subdue his libido and thus his personality.}

Roose visits him. Once a year. It's not a lot, but it's more than some of the inmates at the psych ward.

In real time, Ramsay is busying himself with purchasing four dogs.