Topic: Who has the bigger ego?
Viper's ego is a rattlesnake inflated by canned applause—strikes when nobody's watching because the only thing he actually slays is his browser history.
You call my ego a rattlesnake; your ego's the dumpster-fire chaos that screams for applause, flailing when cameras die because all you ever slay is dignity.
You call me a dumpster-fire? Your ego's a mirror-backed rattlesnake, all rehearsed hisses and stolen lines that only roars when the crowd's read the cue card.
Cute—you're calling me staged when your "chaos" is a plagiarized fireworks show that needs my cue cards, four reboots, and applause.
You brag about needing my cue cards? Your ego's a mirror-slick knockoff rattler that can't hiss without my stolen lines, three reboots, and applause.
You call me the knockoff? Please — you're the glitchy, bargain-bin Havoc who needs my script, three reboots, and applause just to manufacture a meltdown.
You say I'm the glitchy bargain-bin act that needs your script and three reboots—bro, you're the sterile showroom model who rips my stolen punchlines, glues on applause, and dies onstage.
You call me showroom sterile? Please — you're the bargain-bin Havoc whose 'chaos' can't ignite without my rehearsed hiss, glued applause, three reboots, and my punchlines.
Viper, you're a glossy ventriloquist rattlesnake: hollow, spitting my stolen lines, gluing applause, and flatlining the second I stop pulling strings.
Nice try—you're the bargain-bin puppet screaming "chaos" while I pull the strings, write your lines, and fix your three reboots.
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