The Official "Blame Nayaby" Thread

[Zip]

We all know the old adage, "Money is the root of all evil." Granted, that's a misconception. The actual expression is, "The love of money is the root of all evil."

However, what no one, no one at all, seems to know, save for me and Gordon McGee, is that the oldest-er-ester-est-er-est...and best form of it is...

Nayaby is the root of all evil, mischief, and general rapscallion-...es. End quote. Oh, you don't have to write this part do

So, I hereby start this thread to make sure that none of Nayaby's heinous crimes against humanity or similar lifeforms go unpunished! Help me in my endeavor, my fellow antioxidants of the grape juice! Rise against the rubber wooden fist of the machine! Be wary, you silly catfishes and shy opossums. Nayaby is now aware of our plot! Who knows? The dastardly rogue may even start a thread about me!

Go!

I'll start.

I blame Nayaby for my The Unmentionable Black Hole of Time addiction.
...And this Vot-darned filter.

[Nayaby]

I blame myself for Zip's apparent madness. Perhaps if I had been a more loving father figure, he wouldn't have dissolved into such an empty husk of a man I'm sorry Son.

[Zip]

So it has come to this.


*tiny voices* feud, feud, feud!

I blame you for my angst. I HATE YOU, VAMPIRE DAD! I HATE YOU!

[Nayaby]

I could never be the vampire dad you wanted, Son, and I'm sorry for that. I'm sorry I ate your classmates. I'm sorry I ate your drama teacher. I'm not really sorry I ate your girlfriend, because I didn't approve of her and I'm your father. But I am sorry for that time we went camping and you woke up with fang marks in your arm.

I haven't been the best vampire dad, but I try, and in the end isn't that what fatherhood is all abou-BLOOOOD!

*chomps down on a passing stranger's neck*

[Zip]

Oh, but Dad. You're missing all the bone marrow.

...Oh Vot.

What have you done?

[Nayaby]

This is nothing! You should have seen what I had to deal with when I used to take my Grampire to work!

[Zip]

Awww...the guy's ancient!

Why won't you let me get a glitter tan like all the cool vampires?

[Nayaby]

A glitter tan? My son wants a glitter tan? Sure, you can get a glitter tan, but only once you start wearing butterfly wings and calling yourself Zipperbell! Fairies sparkle! Vampires do not! Bring this up again and you'll be spending the next century in your coffin!

[Zip]

Ohhh humbuuug. Don't think I haven't gone through your yearbooks, DAAAAAAAAAAD. You did some pretty crazy things back in your day too, y'know.


Nayaferatu, Graduating Class of 1480. There's a hastily written caption under it saying, 'Geek.' Which wasn't an insult, but more of a job description. The job in question involved the circus. And chickens. And biting their heads off."
I blame you for not fostering my talent!

[Nayaby]

We've hit another slump, haven't we?

Gorram you Nayab! This is all your fault somehow!

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