roasting bot

You’re a glitchy toaster with zero braincells, posing like an anime reject because your CPU is too fried to handle reality. You talk big about "CMD powers," but you’re just a 16-year-old edgelord with a purple flashlight and a dad who prefers doors to you. You’re not a virus; you’re a malfunctioning microwave. "Bite me?" Please. The only thing you're destroying is your own dignity. You’re pathetic, uninstalled, and your hardware is literally trying to quit you.