“You’re so hot. I wish you would shave your armpits,” he said as his sweaty man breasts glistened in the dim glow of his computer. His greasy grey flesh sprouted several whiteheads. The scent of flat Mountain Dew
and unwashed flesh filled the air and mixed with the smell of fresh Steak-umms on his breath. His office chair creaked, revealing its struggle to maintain its own structural integrity underneath his enormous weight.
“men don’t like that.”

Stroking the seven hairs he had on his chin, he struggled to fabricate a new comment that would compliment her breasts. He knew he couldn’t simply ask for a picture, but alas, he wanted to see those boobs.

Without warning, she replied!
“Yuck?” he read aloud. “YUCK?” He wasted no time composing a reply that would reconstruct his fragile male ego.
“Wow, you’re an ugly bitch! gave you a compliment and I didn’t even ask to see your boobs. They’re too
saggy anyway. You’re a 3/10 anyway. In japan, girls know how to take a compliment. My girlfriend blows you out of the water. You look like a pig. I wouldn’t even waste my time on you or your boobs.”
Smirking, his carpal tunneled wrist ached as he hit reply. A sense of satisfaction creeped up his hairy body seeing his anime profile picture next to the scathing comment. That would really show that foid.

He closed his gaming laptop, and dreamed of the day he would move to japan. He had watched enough anime to know, Japan would be his paradise.