tahutoa

my brother is pretty much the opposite in this regard. His vernacular is so bizarre and amusing, yet also so completely unique to him that it continues to evade actualization, frustratingly. I can only offer a cheap imitation of it when I'm being the usual unfunny fuck around him in specific, and then he'll proceed to blow me out of the water with another remark that is similar yet so unfathomably better, for lack of a better term. I think it ties into his penchant for creative writing, which he's hinted at having an extreme proficiency for. Yesterday evening I told him to "give me a chapter of Harry Potter, taking place during the first three years", and he fuckin' did it, he just improvised a goddamn chapter of Harry Potter. The plot itself wasn't anything special, but despite that, the whole time I found myself really impressed with just how in-character everyone in the story acted, to the point where when he put in a joke sentence for a character I felt a little twinge telling me "asjdhasdHHNNGGHout-of-character", knowwhatemsayen. It makes me wish that the fat fuck wasn't so nyeh towards the only marketable talent he possesses. There are so many scenarios that I want him to make up stories for, because I know he could do it, and do it well, but he won't, and half the time it's for reasons that don't make sense to people with even a lick of it. Like, how the FUCK does the prompt "The Cosby Kids Attend Hogwarts" not present any ideas? UMMM Hello??? Russell gets sorted into Slytherin, to the shock of many members of the gang (accompanied by reused animation and shittily sound-mixed exclamations of disbelief, of course)??? How is that "kinda boring"? FOCK you