C#1
Well, since we're all gonna die, there's one more secret I feel I have to share with you.
I did not care for 4chan.
What?
Did not care for 4chan.
Ugh.
How can you even say that, Dad?
Didn't like—didn't like it.
Peter, it's so good. It's like the perfect website.
I—this is what everyone always says. Whenever they talk about it, they're like, "Oh my..." Everyone always says—
The memes, the greentexts, the anonymity, I mean—
Listen—
You never even checked-THE BOARDS?!
I know, fine, fine communities, did not like the website.
Why not?
Did not—couldn't get into it.
Explain yourself. What didn't you like about it?
It insists upon itself, Lois.
What?
It insists upon itself.
What does that even mean?
'CAUSE IT HAS A POINT TO MAKE, IT'S INSISTING!
It takes forever scrolling in. They spend nearly six and a half hours arguing about nonsense, and then—I can't even get through a thread, I can't even finish browsing. I've never even seen the conclusion.
YOU'VE NEVER SEEN A THREAD'S CONCLUSION?!
Well, how can you say you don't like it if you haven't even given it a chance?
I agree with Stewie, it's not really fair.
It's outrageous.
I have tried on three separate occasions to get through it. And I—I get to the part where everyone's arguing about something random—
Yeah, it's a great part—
And mem—
I love that part.
It's NOT a great—
It's been referenced everywhere.
I have no idea what they're talking about. It's like they're speaking a different lan—that's where I lose interest and close the tab.
You know what, Peter—
They're speaking INTERNET!
The language they're speaking is a language of irony, something you don't understand.
I love X. That is my answer to that statement.
Exactly.
Well, there you go.
Whatever.
I like X, too.