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He only emerges once a week, carrying five large 50-gallon soda bottles filled with human excrement, which he leaves just outside his door. He refuses to leave the house, speak to me, or even acknowledge my presence. I’ve tried everything, but nothing seems to work. When I turned off the WiFi, he managed to pay someone in Robux to park a satellite WiFi truck outside our house. Attempting to take away his computer leads to an uncontrollable tard rage where he repeatedly screams, “Rich Ch***y, Rich Ch***y, Rich Ch***y" until he gets it back.
I’ve called the Internet police, but they say there’s nothing they can do. Please bring me back my son.
He only emerges once a week, carrying five large 50-gallon soda bottles filled with human excrement, which he leaves just outside his door. He refuses to leave the house, speak to me, or even acknowledge my presence. I’ve tried everything, but nothing seems to work. When I turned off the WiFi, he managed to pay someone in Robux to park a satellite WiFi truck outside our house. Attempting to take away his computer leads to an uncontrollable tard rage where he repeatedly screams, “Rich Ch***y, Rich Ch***y, Rich Ch***y" until he gets it back.
I’ve called the Internet police, but they say there’s nothing they can do. Please bring me back my son.