GYSO Reviews Part 92 - oob

Published: 2026-05-17

AT THE CREATIVE WRITING CLASS

THAT THIM GOES TO FOR SOME REASON

AND NEVER MENTIONED BEFORE

Thim: Wait, you’re saying I shouldn’t use huge, honking, green, bald adjectives in every sentence I can manage?

Teacher: Yes. It’s a very common error–

Suddenly! A big, green, mean, claw-ful, toothy, fire breathing, super big, super duper, green, big, dragonic dragon bursts into the room through the wall!

Snag’darr: THIM! There’s no time to explain! Come with me!

Thim rolls his half-handsome eyes.

Thim: Is it the–

Snag’darr: The television broke again!

Several people in the class faint. The Teacher twitches.

Thim: It’s almost like this happens every time I’m at this class.

Bunny materializes in a ball of fire, like a pheonix rebirthing out of the ashen wastes of the air itself, landing daintly on Thim’s shoulder.

Bunny: It is because we miss you, father.

Thim stares into nothing.

Thim: What? You got a weird fucking way of showing it.

Snag’darr picks Thim up, flying away towards the GYSO Mansion Playboy Mansion.

Thim: Alright, motherfuckers, this better be important. I was going to learn how to write.

Henry: ~celebrate good times, come on!~

Thim: STOP IT!

Henry: drop it! pull it! twist it!

Thim sprints with the conviction of an abdominable, bald, race horse towards the abominable, bald, race aloe vera plant dressed in sunglasses and a teeny tinty disco ball flatuauating and floating above him with his PSYCHOTIC ABILITIES?!?@!?!?!

Henry: haha! i communicate not through your silly mortal means, so you cannot physically silence–

Thim picks up Henry’s pot in one hand and holds a lighter in another.

Henry: i lied! i lied! uncle!

Thim puts down Henry’s pot. Then eats the lighter because he’s hardcore like that.

Thim: We get enough shit from the public, don’t you start giving me copyright issues with the bureaucrats, you green goblin– good-for-nothin’, aloe’ fuckin’ mother-fucker.

Bunny: Father, but fair use. Also, language. Please. There are robots reading this.

Thim: More like fair duce. In my pants.

That’s gross.

Sara: I fixed the television. Because, you know, my character has a history of fixing things. Why are you here? I thought you were learning how to not be terrible at writing.

Smork blob orkadork lands outside, but troppeldopps before any of the characters notices. lmao

Thim: Hey, I go there because it’s fun. Last few times, I nearly gave the teacher a hernia writing every sentence starting with the word ‘the’. I’m a coherent writer. Just because I sometimes spell everything, replacing all vowels with “oob”, doesn’t mean nothin’.

Soobroob: Sooboobt mooboobns soobmoobhthoobn?

Bunny: Father, please, reality.

Thim: Fiiiine. I fixed it.

Sara: That felt weird. I need therapy. More therapy, that is. Bye.

Sara leaves.

Snag’darr (scrolling ThimTik on his evil rectangle): Have you guys seen this meme of people doing before and after shots “with flash” and “without flash” – and then they add the DC Comics character “The Flash” instead, as a jo– Hey what’s wrong, Thim?

Thim’s spine goes straight, and he looks out the window.

But it’s safe. The Flash isn’t here. He’s dead.

The Flash: HEY GUYS–

Thim pulls out his historically accurate musket, fires it once becacuse it’s preloaded this time, misses, hits the TV, and starts screaming in incoherent rage as he reloads.

This section was brought to you by fair use. Use it fairly. Or else.

Snag’darr: Or else what?

Wait, you can hear me?

Snag’darr: Define ‘hear’, please.

Bunny: Can I hear it in a sentence? With my big fuzzy bunny ears?

Uhh… Okay. ‘Hear’ as in: I hear the discjockey is playing absolute shit tunes at the party tonight.

Bunny: Ah. H-E-A-R. Hear.

Snag’darr (frustrated): Or else, what?

Or else…

Thim: And that’s how that scene got resolved.

Albert (drinking): I hate you, Thim. Did I ever tell you?

Thim: Yeah. Never so bluntly. But yeah.

Albert: Good. That’s all I want. I gave up the power of the seven pens and radiating radiatiors or whatever, and what do I get in return? This. You, and your insane–

Thim: oob.

ooblboobrt: Whoobt? oobh goobd whoobt’voob yooboob doobnoob toob moob?

Thim leans back on his stool, falls off, and declares the chapter over becuase fuck you that’s why.

Thoob dooboobs.

Thoob oobnd.