/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

>Alas, poor Deadbeat! I knew him, Teamate: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady’s jacket, and tell her, lather grease an inch thick, for this jacket she must let loose; make her laugh at that.