asgore? asgore dreemurr? is that you?

asgore, i can't and won't make this any simpler for you.

you failed your family. you failed. when one thinks of what monster is capable of, pushing himself to the limits physically, mentally and emotionally to achieve heights of success never before mentioned, your name will not be whispered in the same, reverent fashion that others have.

nobody will remember asgore dreemurr. you aren't even a header or a footer in the career of someone else. you are nobody. nothing. nada. zilch.

in short, you are an enormous failure.

asgore, being that you're thousands of years old and your brain has probably hard-wired itself to accept such failures by now and write off such criticism by being "flippant", really suggests that you've passed beyond the proverbial breaking-point. there's no turning back. this is your career, this is what defines you and this is what you'll defend to the end.

the abhorrent failure that is flower king, asgore dreemurr, that is your legacy.

maybe I'm over-reaching, however. who knows? monsters CAN change. maybe you'll read this, asgore, and think long and hard about what a wasteful life you've led. maybe you'll think, "wow. It's incredible just how abysmal and pathetic i really AM!" maybe you'll find december holiday. maybe you'll sell some flowers.

maybe in a couple of years, asgore, you'll have learned from this failure. i doubt it, though.

i genuinely doubt it.

now excuse me, i have to fuck your ex-wife. your son estimates i'll make it so she cums twice.