Friend: *makes a joke*
Me: *humours it with a non-capitalized or punctuated “lol”*
Friend: *Proceeds to feel gud that I made someone lol*
Me: *hides the dead body*
Friend: O-oh… where did that come from?
Me: Hello, [FRIEND NAME]. I’ve been expecting you for eons.
Me: Join me.
Friend: [MY NAME]…?
Me: No. It is I, Scribesworth McButtface. I come from a long line of deities whose sole purpose in life is to create live-action anime.
Friend: I instantly believe you and will devote my everything to serving you
Me: *dead body reanimates* No [FRIEND NAME] don’t give in to the promise of shonen. True shonen comes from the heart, not from aliens who don’t understand the demographiiic
Friend: *Shrug* I don’t like zombies anyway.
Me: *Scribesworth McButtface spontaneously combusts because the plot demands it*
Friend: nooooooooooooooo! Buttfaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaace!!!
Me: *pokes at Scribesworth’s ashes and finds a mask of DonaId Trump*
Me: *electronic music plays as the scene pans out to show the desolate apocalyptic world around us*
Friend: @.@ Is this what I would have become…?
Me: Yes. Such is the fate of magical guys.
Friend: But I’m not… am I?
Me: Perhaps. Perhaps you’ve been one all along.
Friend: *Looks down and sees the dress on me* NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
Me: ／人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼ we can change your fate if you MAKE A CONTRACT WITH ME
Friend: ISN’T THAT HOW I GOT INTO THIS MESS?
Me: *Kyuubey shrugs, pulls out a jar of Nutella from a pocket dimension, and consumes it whole*
Friend: The whole scene becomes a Nutella commercial.
Friend: “With the delicious taste of Nutella, I too can understand what it’s like to be a white chick.”