Uncle Chang touches the poo and engages in gay-ops, opinion discarded
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1. The selected text messages you show aren't proof that Warski cut off contact with her after he found out she was under 18. All he's doing is asking and confirming her status as underaged.
2. The text messages you show have Warski fetishizing the idea of fucking her in her school's broom closet while she's wearing her school uniform. Meaning even before he asked about her age, he knew she was, at most, in high school.
3. You (and coincidentally all the sweepers that Null brought to the Kino Casino thread after featuring it) conveniently leave out this screencap:
You'll note that she identifies herself as 17. And if you go back to the thread and look at the full log of texts, Warski continues messaging her his sex fantasies for quite a while after this. Confirming that his concern isn't that he's messaging a minor, but that the text messages might leak.
4. After the texts were revealed, Warski proceeded to claim that these text messages she showed in the Snapchat app on video were some Adobe CGI trickery cooked up by Tonka and his henchmen in the span of two days, including personal information on Warski (like his breakup with Sinead) that wasn't publically known until after the Snapchat leak. The "proof" that Warski's claim was true is simply Mister Metokur repeating this claim verbatim on one of his streams. If the real explanation were as innocent as you claim, why make up such a nonsense defense to cover it up instead of telling the truth?
5. Even Null concedes the texts are real, the girl was underaged, and that Warski was arranging to meet her IRL to fuck. His defense is that it's "only ephebophilia", and therefore okay. Your own e-daddy accepts the facts of this incident, so you might as well too.
6. I (and the other red text posters of the Kino Casino thread) have already been through this a million times over with Null's sweepy squad. The more I argued with them, the better I came to know their sweeping tactics. Whenever I tried to argue with one of these sweepers, my hand closed on a jelly-like slime which divided up and poured through my fingers, but in the next moment collected again. I didn't know what to be more amazed at: the agility of their brooms or their virtuosity at sweeping. Gradually I began to hate them. (In other words, I highly doubt you'll come up with anything new to say)
(missing chromosomes aside)
