"You should obviously do it more." 4chan stated, snuggling back into the couch- which was, actually rather comfortable. He ended up sleeping there on more than one occasion, usually with Asbestos in his lap, or his laptop. Or sometimes he'd wake up and realize he'd fallen asleep watching hardcore porn- shrieking sex acts and all. He gave a little huff, petting the cat's ears back, and looked at Harvard, curiosity bubbling.
"I mean really, when was the last time you just whipped off your pants and had a good fap? Or a good laugh? Or both? I do both all the time." he said, with a grinning honesty that left little room for questioning, as the cat's tail twitched against his abdomen, highlighting the vulgarities on his shirt.
"I guess. About the meme thing. I'm just sentimental. The ones that start in me are special- to me, but then they stop being special to me later on."