Let not thy emotions stoke thy inner fire, Crow One. T'is there, t'is there within us all, our shared hatred. Let us join in communion, communion of our loathing to quell them at last.

which one I'm a furry too

i k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-kk-kissed a white woman!!

Atone for thy sins, at the altar of the palid blood of those slain.

thee dareth threaten me m're m'rtal? thee knoweth nothing, of mine own pow'r

I pity thee, i am wishing on thy death

Silence, dear. Thou'rt not yet at mine level of ascension beyond whiteness. Thou speakest Shakespearean like t'is a beast thou hast on a chain alongside thee, not akin to a manner once it hath merged with thy being whole.

Using it only whence thou feelest thou'rt threatened? What a scallywag, thou'rt. One who ist truly pow'rful uses it at ev'ry moment their heart beats, their lungs alloweth oxygen to resideth within.

Ha, me? Threaten by a pathetic thing like thee? Haply, ye art right. Ye art in nay worth to heareth mine shakespeare. Matter of fact, i am humour so swell i'm listening to linkin park - in the end, the most wondrous rock song. But, thee don't knoweth yond because thy gust is disgusting, and unoriginal. I pity thee coequal moo then ere, i feeleth lacking valor anon. But, thee deserve 't. “o joyous bodkin, this is thy sheath: thither rust, and did let me kicketh the bucket.”

I shouldst believeth thou'rt using that pitiable 'English to Shakespearean' speech translator to speak thy words. Nobody in their own right mind would speak akin to that, ye ****ing dumbass. I am not decieved.

In fact, I know thou'rt using the training wheels of Shakespearean speech. I put it to use once, a lengthy time now gone. Reforms thy words precis'ly akin to that.

😢

Thou'rt a mere babe, using that hot piece of shit designed by a scallywag no more talented than ye in the manner.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I caught ye. Now atone for thine white-girl kissing, *****y ass self, and allow thyself to join our halig cult bef're I tell others of thy feigned 'talent' in the art.

T'is not british, dear friend. T'is Shakespearean.

i know ur using a translator

they are britsh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! get rid of them

They put to use differing words for themselves. I refuseth the possibility that they art precisely the same.

did you know shakespear is bald and ugly

Mayhaps the man wast, but mine manner of speech is plenty gorgeous.

"you egg," [he stabs him}

**** no, Troll-Cult. I always speaketh in this manner, dost thou think I harbor the patience to copy and paste for ev'ry sentence of mine? What Jacky wast doing, t'is what a translator looks like.

im gonna turn you into the prince of cats mr/ms/ez DAWN

Jacky, dear friend in the lofty ambition of slaying all palid of skin, what the shit ist that suppos'd to mean?

AHAHH YOU NOOB I GUESS YOU NEVER READ A SHAKESPEAR BOOK Tybalt is a character in William Shakespeare's play Romeo and Juliet. He is the son of Lady Capulet's brother, Juliet's short-tempered first cousin, and Romeo's rival. Tybalt shares the same name as the character Tibert / Tybalt "the prince of cats" in the popular story Reynard the Fox

Thou'rt correct in that assumption. Ne'er read a damned one. Dost that mean I'm any less fluent in the speech, howe'er? Nay. I'm miles better than thy training-wheels-using ass, despite ye knowing what 'prince of cats' means.

no, im better

Thou mayest be better in knowing it's origin, Jacky, but I find mineself to be the best at speaking it hither. Thou'rt no better than I in that matter, thou wast using the ****ing Lingojam translator.

I didst. One can only sit idly by once they art revealed to hath been using the goofy ass translator.

die