"We don't speak of the ponies." 4chan had almost sounded serious for a moment, then he reached up, rubbed his head a bit as if trying to scrub the memories out of his brain, and laughed a bit, nervously. "Those things occupied my brain for like- months. Now they just occupy a tiny bit of my brain instead of all of it."
That nap still sounded pretty good. He even stifled a little yawn into a balled up sleeve of his hoodie. "Seriously, man. I was starting to think I was Pinkie Pie." he smoothed his hair back from his face, and aimlessly wiggled a foot.
"Rule 34 is some pretty great shit though. I wonder if there's like. Bible Rule 34. Or Sin Rule 34. Maybe someone's out there drawing porn of you- like, fucking a mattress or something."