Dear Nic, This may come as a total shock but I must inform you that I am not what I seem. During the past ten months I have been doing understudy work for the nunnery. Yes, Nic - I am a nun.

All those romantic moments, you might ask? All fake, Nic. Just another day, another night amid my studies. Why, you might ask?

Our nunnery wanted to discover how the other half lived - how the other half loved.

So now you know, Nic. I can only hope that you won't be crushed and throw yourself off of a bridge or something. You may suddenly feel alone - and trust me, I personally know how that feels - if that's any comfort to you, Nic. And if you do consider tossing yourself off a bridge, please don't count on me flying by to save you, because nuns don't have wings as commonly believed, Nic. Sincerely, Sister Agatha (aka Aggie)

Nic please come back! Your Steam profile is the last resort I have for this message to reach you (since you've blocked me on all platforms). The kids miss you, I miss you.

Gyatt
I was in Ohio before I met you
I rizzed too much and that's an issue
But I'm Grimace Shake
Gyatt
Tell your friends it was nice to rizz them
But I hope I never edge again
I know it breaks your Fanum
Taxin' in Ohio and I'm still not sigma
Four years no Livvy
Now you're looking pretty on Adin Ross' Twitchy
And I-I-I-I-I can't rizz
No, I-I-I-I-I can't mew
So Baby Gronk me closer
In the back skibidi toilet
That I know you can't afford
Kai Cenat tatted on my shoulder
Pull the gyatt right off the corner
From that fanum that you taxed
From your roommate back in Ohio
We ain't ever not the rizzler
(Drop: Jelly House)
We ain't ever not the rizzler
We ain't ever not the rizzler
You
Rizz as good as the day I met you
I forget just why I edged you
I was insane
Slay
And play that blink-180 new song
That we gooned to death in Ohio, okay?
I know you love this gyatt
I moved to Ohio in a brainrot car, and
Four years no Griddy
Now I'm lookin' Livvy and you're not skibidi
And I-I-I-I-I can't rizz

No, I-I-I-I-I can't mew
So Baby Gronk me closer
In the back skibidi toilet
That I know you can't afford
Kai Cenat tatted on my shoulder
Pull the gyatt right off the corner
From that fanum that you taxed
From your roommate back in Ohio
We ain't ever not the rizzler
We ain't ever not the rizzler
We ain't ever not the rizzler
So Baby Gronk me closer
In the back skibidi toilet
That I know you can't afford
Kai Cenat tatted on my shoulder
Pull the gyatt right off the corner
From that fanum that you taxed
From your roommate back in Ohio
We ain't ever not the rizzler
We ain't ever not the rizzler
Oh, we ain't ever not the rizzler
We ain't ever not the rizzler
Oh, we ain't ever not the rizzler
We ain't ever not the rizzler
Oh, we ain't ever not the rizzler
We ain't ever not the rizzler
Oh, we ain't ever not the rizzler
We ain't ever not the rizzler
No, we ain't ever not the rizzler

In truth, I find myself in possession of a pair of curious devices, both serving distinct and noble purposes. The first of these contrivances, a faithful companion, is designated for the noble task of communing with the purveyor of provisions, the provider of sustenance, often referred to as the plug. It is through this means that the essential essence of existence flows, that which nourishes and sustains. The second of these marvels, a trusted companion, has been allocated to the delicate and intricate matter of consorting with the fairer sex, those maidens of grace and allure, and also to engage with the riches of the realm in the pursuit of both passions and riches. This instrument proves its worth.
Thus I declare with due gravitas, that I am in possession of two such devices one designated for the providers of sustenance, the other for the maidens and wealth that grace our mortal world.

nic is so sexy