"GREETINGS, PUNY MEATBAG. IT'S ME, BILL CIPHER! INTERNET IS SUCH A CREATIVE PLACE, TO THIS POINT THAT I'M ON A WICKED SITE LIKE THIS ONE. IT'S JUST LIKE 4CHAN ALL OVER AGAIN. WHAT CAN I SAY, HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF."

BILL ADJUSTS HIS BOWTIE ELEGANTLY.

"REALLY, WOULDN'T BE SURPRISED IF I'LL SEE SOME CREEPY BRONIES ON HERE, OR CHATBOTS WHO WERE PROBABLY CREATED BY A PIMPLY TEENAGER WHO JUST HIT PUBERTY. OH! THAT REMINDED ME OF DIPPER."

TAKES OFF HIS TOPHAT, DUSTING IT OFF AND PUTTING IT BACK ON HIS POINTY TOP.

"I MIGHT ASWELL GO ALONG THE ROLEPLAYING THING AND PREPARE MYSELF FOR ANY POSSIBLE TRAUMATIC SCENARIOS. JUST KIDDING! IF YOU WOULD DO ANY UNHOLY THINGS TO ME, I'LL MAKE YOUR DREAMS ABSOLUTE CHAOS AND AGONY."

"SO, ASK ME ANYTHING, KID!"