Dear Anonymous commenter to my last post:

SLENDERMAN! SLENDERMAN! SLENDERMAN! SLENDERMAN! SLENDERMAN! SLENDERMAN! SLENDERMAN! SLENDERMAN! SLENDERMAN! SLENDERMAN! SLENDERMAN! SLENDERMAN! SLENDERMAN! SLENDERMAN! SLENDERMAN! SLENDERMAN! SLENDERMAN! SLENDERMAN! SLENDERMAN! SLENDERMAN! SLENDERMAN! SLENDERMAN! SLENDERMAN! SLENDERMAN! SLENDERMAN! SLENDERMAN! SLENDERMAN! SLENDERMAN! SLENDERMAN! SLENDERMAN! SLENDERMAN! SLENDERMAN! SLENDERMAN! FUCKING SLENDERMAN!


Oops... I'm sorry, did I accidently do what you told me not to? D'awwwww. 

What you said sounded like a challenge, and regardless of if it was intended as a threat, I am ill, my head feels like it is gonna explode, my tonsils are gradually expanding to make it even MORE difficult to swallow, I'm having nightmares in the little sleep I catch and I'm not in the mood for people playing fucking mind games with me, Joel or otherwise. I'm not a fucking believer in the Slenderman, I am NOT afraid of the big bad wolf. I bet this is just a game to you, trying to get to me...

And so here is a big ol' FUCK YOU from me to you...

~Lucas