Wow… Wow…. Wow! So you guys are so into yourselves you are so committed to censoring innocent people, that you’re going to go and delete my Patreon now. So you have an opinion on me, so you’re going to ruin my entire career. Really? Is that what you’re going to do? Oh, I’m sorry, the the FBI never showed up, oh I’m sorry the cops are all about Onion Boy, turns out that he didn’t break a single law. Well, our opinions have been invalidated so many times, so we’re gonna go ahead and delete his Patreon. Wow, you would really do that. YOU WOULD REALLY DO THAT?! *Retarded screaming* YOU TRIED TO DO THE FBI, DIDN’T WORK, YOU TRIED TO DO THE POLICE! DIDN’T WORK! SO YOU RESORT TO THE PAYCHECK… AND YOU GOT IT! YOU GOT IT! All my patrons have been DELETED. Are you happy…. NOW?! *Monkey noise* *grunt* *more retarded screaming* This what you want, huh? Is this what- you want a TOTAL MELDOWN?! You like… *Picks up bottle* kombucha? I LOVE KOMBUCHA!! *More ape noises as kombucha is poured onto Greg’s head* DRINKS LIKE PEE, AND SMELLS EVEN WORSE! *MORE APE NOISES* *Greg takes off his shirt* OH, WHAT AM I GONNA DO? MY PATREON’S DELETED! OH, MY PATREON! *Crying noises like Greg is a child* What am I gonna do… What am I gonna do now? WHAT AM I GONNA DO?! *More baby noises* WHAT AM I GONNA DO? WHAT AM- WHAT AM I GONNA DO? I’M COVERED IN KOMBUCHA!! AND I HAVE NO MORE PATREON- DUGH! *Crying noises intensify* *Greg gags and coughs* WHO DID THIS TO ME???? ALL OF YOU!!!!