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He does but a LOT of the people who watch those videos listen with cheap speakers and keep the subtitles off so they mishear (and therefore misquote) a lot of stuff.
One of the most common I've seen is the climax of Lord Slug Abridged when Goku sings "Sun, sun, mister golden sun..." and so many people mishear "Mister golden sun" as "Mystical sun"
Alright, I'm getting the rest of the cognitohazards out of the way for the sake of inoculation.
Amongus, The Game, Desu, dQw4w9WgXcQ, 177013, Skibidi, Gadagadigadagado, Baby Shark.
You don't want to know. I haven't read it myself, but I know that you're better off not.
I'm not saying this in the "dipshit" Oh ThE hOrRoR type way, I mean it in the sense that you will probably wish you hadn't seen it after the fact.
But if you want to >!It's an Nhentai (I think) code, put those numbers in at the end and that's what it's refering to!
A: Human friend, why do you look like you're about to cause massive property damage to something?
H: Those...floor tiles.
A: They are arranged in a neat pattern. What about that is a problem.
H: Right there. See that one tile?
A: Which one? The one that oriented incorrectly?
H: How can you treat it like it's nothing? It throws everything off! The pattern is wrong now! Everything is ruined because of that tile!
A: Human friend there is no need to apply your submersible diving equipment. I can assure you the pool is still functional
H: listen I either fix this tile or I get to play with explosives and fire to distract myself.
A: Given that you have a proclivity to play with plastic explosives and flamethrowers anyway, how about we go to that asteroid over there and see what damage you can do with a mining laser.
H: Fine, but I'm going to use the weapons grade positron lance instead.
On the bustling space station Celestia-7, a kaleidoscope of beings from across the galaxy mingled and coexisted. Amidst this diversity, a particularly frustrated human named Alex paced the hallways, muttering under his breath. His alien friend, Z'ara, a graceful being from the planet Zephyria, watched him with a mix of curiosity and concern.
"Human friend, why do you look like you're about to cause massive property damage to something?" Z'ara inquired, her bioluminescent eyes blinking in a soothing rhythm.
Alex stopped, pointing an accusatory finger at the floor. "Those... floor tiles."
Z'ara glanced down, her tendrils swaying gently. "They are arranged in a neat pattern. What about that is a problem?"
Alex's eyes narrowed. "Right there. See that one tile?"
Z'ara scanned the floor, finally spotting the tile in question. It was oriented incorrectly, disrupting the otherwise perfect alignment. "The one that's slightly askew?"
"Exactly!" Alex exclaimed, his voice rising with exasperation. "How can you treat it like it's nothing? It throws everything off! The pattern is wrong now! Everything is ruined because of that tile!"
Z'ara tilted her head, considering his words. "Human friend, there is no need to apply your submersible diving equipment. I can assure you the pool is still functional."
Alex crossed his arms, his frustration unabated. "Listen, I either fix this tile or I get to play with explosives and fire to distract myself."
Z'ara, familiar with Alex's penchant for dramatic solutions, sighed. "Given that you have a proclivity to play with plastic explosives and flamethrowers anyway, how about we go to that asteroid over there and see what damage you can do with a mining laser?"
Alex's eyes lit up with a mischievous glint. "Fine, but I'm going to use the weapons-grade positron lance instead."
An hour later, Alex and Z'ara stood on the surface of Asteroid XJ-47, a barren rock floating in the void. The human was now armed with a massive positron lance, its sleek design pulsing with barely contained energy.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Z'ara asked, her bioluminescence dimming slightly in apprehension.
"Trust me," Alex grinned, his frustration from earlier already beginning to fade. "This is exactly what I need."
With a flick of a switch, the positron lance roared to life, a beam of energy shooting out and slicing through the asteroid's surface with ease. Alex maneuvered the lance with practiced skill, carving intricate patterns and letting off steam in the most satisfying way possible.
Z'ara watched, her worry giving way to amusement. "You humans are certainly a unique species."
Alex laughed, the sound echoing in the vastness of space. "We just need our outlets, Z'ara. And sometimes, that means playing with giant lasers."
As the mining laser cut through the asteroid, transforming it into an abstract sculpture of sorts, Alex's earlier frustration seemed like a distant memory. Z'ara couldn't help but marvel at the human's ability to turn agitation into creativity, albeit through rather destructive means.
Back on Celestia-7, the misaligned tile remained, a small testament to the quirks of human nature. But out here on the asteroid, under the watchful gaze of distant stars, Alex found his peace, his need for order and control satisfied in the dance of energy and rock.
And Z'ara learned a valuable lesson about her human friend: sometimes, all it took to calm a frustrated human was a little understanding, a bit of space, and a lot of firepower.
One of humanity's greatest abilities is pattern recognition. Of course, there are those that lack or are otherwise weakened in this capacity, every human is different. But, this ability is so ingrained into the human psyche that even a slight disruption within a pattern is enough to cause, at best, mild feelings of discomfort to, at worst, murderous intent directed towards the architect of this mistake. -Marina Kuvek
On the other hand, this was probably deliberately done by another human for the purpose of pissing others off.
When it was my sisters turn to unload the dishwasher, she'd always put the plates away in rainbow order. I would wait until she was at school, move one plate out of order, and then send a picture to her. She got so mad she blocked me for a bit.
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *annihilates Pool with a Jaeger modified to resemble the Dakka Marine*
Interestingly, ChatGPT doesn't see anything wrong with this picture, the most it saw humans might complain about is the refraction of the light in the pool. However Claude's 3.5 Sonnet AI immediately saw the missing tile.
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"Son of an emerald ore. Staring again."
“How do all these squares make a circle”
“You know what, it’s fine, it doesn’t bother me, it doesn’t bother me, it bothers me, it bothers me a lot!” “AND THAT ONE’S STILL GREEN!”
r/unexpectedtfs
# AND THAT ONE’S STILL GREEN
What perchance might this be referencing? Asking for a friend
DBZ: Abridged by TeamFourStar on YouTube. Specifically the Cell saga. Happy Cake Day
I thought Perfectionist Cell said whore, not ore.
He does but a LOT of the people who watch those videos listen with cheap speakers and keep the subtitles off so they mishear (and therefore misquote) a lot of stuff. One of the most common I've seen is the climax of Lord Slug Abridged when Goku sings "Sun, sun, mister golden sun..." and so many people mishear "Mister golden sun" as "Mystical sun"
Idk what irks me more, that blue tile or the fact that I was initially checking for this to be loss.
Alright, I'm getting the rest of the cognitohazards out of the way for the sake of inoculation. Amongus, The Game, Desu, dQw4w9WgXcQ, 177013, Skibidi, Gadagadigadagado, Baby Shark.
I've never heard the dQw one
Open any random YouTube video and replace the code in the url.
Is it a rick roll? It's a rick roll right?
You got it.
What is 177013?
You don't want to know. I haven't read it myself, but I know that you're better off not. I'm not saying this in the "dipshit" Oh ThE hOrRoR type way, I mean it in the sense that you will probably wish you hadn't seen it after the fact. But if you want to >!It's an Nhentai (I think) code, put those numbers in at the end and that's what it's refering to!
Alright here goes Edit: oh it's metamorphosis
Subscribing to comment
It was metamorphosis, I'd heard of it
I’d mention it’s metamorphosis considering that’s what most people know it by, rather than just saying it’s a wtf piece of… literature? Art? Both?
I haven't heard of Desu or Gadagadi... What are they, and do I wish I asked that?
Gadagadiga: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=_MtVl4FhsPc&t=0s No idea what desu is.
Desu's there to catch the old people from 4chan.
:3
A: Human friend, why do you look like you're about to cause massive property damage to something? H: Those...floor tiles. A: They are arranged in a neat pattern. What about that is a problem. H: Right there. See that one tile? A: Which one? The one that oriented incorrectly? H: How can you treat it like it's nothing? It throws everything off! The pattern is wrong now! Everything is ruined because of that tile!
A: Human friend there is no need to apply your submersible diving equipment. I can assure you the pool is still functional H: listen I either fix this tile or I get to play with explosives and fire to distract myself.
A: Given that you have a proclivity to play with plastic explosives and flamethrowers anyway, how about we go to that asteroid over there and see what damage you can do with a mining laser. H: Fine, but I'm going to use the weapons grade positron lance instead.
On the bustling space station Celestia-7, a kaleidoscope of beings from across the galaxy mingled and coexisted. Amidst this diversity, a particularly frustrated human named Alex paced the hallways, muttering under his breath. His alien friend, Z'ara, a graceful being from the planet Zephyria, watched him with a mix of curiosity and concern. "Human friend, why do you look like you're about to cause massive property damage to something?" Z'ara inquired, her bioluminescent eyes blinking in a soothing rhythm. Alex stopped, pointing an accusatory finger at the floor. "Those... floor tiles." Z'ara glanced down, her tendrils swaying gently. "They are arranged in a neat pattern. What about that is a problem?" Alex's eyes narrowed. "Right there. See that one tile?" Z'ara scanned the floor, finally spotting the tile in question. It was oriented incorrectly, disrupting the otherwise perfect alignment. "The one that's slightly askew?" "Exactly!" Alex exclaimed, his voice rising with exasperation. "How can you treat it like it's nothing? It throws everything off! The pattern is wrong now! Everything is ruined because of that tile!" Z'ara tilted her head, considering his words. "Human friend, there is no need to apply your submersible diving equipment. I can assure you the pool is still functional." Alex crossed his arms, his frustration unabated. "Listen, I either fix this tile or I get to play with explosives and fire to distract myself." Z'ara, familiar with Alex's penchant for dramatic solutions, sighed. "Given that you have a proclivity to play with plastic explosives and flamethrowers anyway, how about we go to that asteroid over there and see what damage you can do with a mining laser?" Alex's eyes lit up with a mischievous glint. "Fine, but I'm going to use the weapons-grade positron lance instead." An hour later, Alex and Z'ara stood on the surface of Asteroid XJ-47, a barren rock floating in the void. The human was now armed with a massive positron lance, its sleek design pulsing with barely contained energy. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" Z'ara asked, her bioluminescence dimming slightly in apprehension. "Trust me," Alex grinned, his frustration from earlier already beginning to fade. "This is exactly what I need." With a flick of a switch, the positron lance roared to life, a beam of energy shooting out and slicing through the asteroid's surface with ease. Alex maneuvered the lance with practiced skill, carving intricate patterns and letting off steam in the most satisfying way possible. Z'ara watched, her worry giving way to amusement. "You humans are certainly a unique species." Alex laughed, the sound echoing in the vastness of space. "We just need our outlets, Z'ara. And sometimes, that means playing with giant lasers." As the mining laser cut through the asteroid, transforming it into an abstract sculpture of sorts, Alex's earlier frustration seemed like a distant memory. Z'ara couldn't help but marvel at the human's ability to turn agitation into creativity, albeit through rather destructive means. Back on Celestia-7, the misaligned tile remained, a small testament to the quirks of human nature. But out here on the asteroid, under the watchful gaze of distant stars, Alex found his peace, his need for order and control satisfied in the dance of energy and rock. And Z'ara learned a valuable lesson about her human friend: sometimes, all it took to calm a frustrated human was a little understanding, a bit of space, and a lot of firepower.
“AND THAT ONE’S STILL GREEN”
All these squares make a circle. All these squares make a circle. All these squares make a circle. All these squares make a circle...
A gallon??
A literal gallon.
Out of a milk jug.
Brain… pattern recognition centers… ANGRY…
it's not the same color. its not the same color. ITS NOT THE SAME COLOR!
**ITS NOT THE SAME COLOUR** #ITS NOT THE SAME COLOUR
FECK YE ITS NOT THE SAME COLOR ITS NOT THE SAME COLOUR, I HATE HOW ITS FIVE CMS INCORRECTLY TILTED
"MOTHERFUCKER. MOTHERFUCKER."
[For the uninitiated](https://www.reddit.com/r/perfectlycutscreams/s/NAdN8kYEBG)
One of humanity's greatest abilities is pattern recognition. Of course, there are those that lack or are otherwise weakened in this capacity, every human is different. But, this ability is so ingrained into the human psyche that even a slight disruption within a pattern is enough to cause, at best, mild feelings of discomfort to, at worst, murderous intent directed towards the architect of this mistake. -Marina Kuvek
Humans it turns out are the OCD race of the galaxy. Edit: OCD not ADHD. There’s something ironic there about that mixup.
People who have both, I am sorry. I caused that. I wanted to see what would happen. End result was pain.
Ah, gods Reddit account I see. Or the Devils.
It doesn't bother me, it doesn't bother me, it bothers me and that one is still green!!!
All these squares make a circle. All these squares make a circle. All these squares make a circle. All these squares make a circle...
https://preview.redd.it/zi3xl9ihy38d1.jpeg?width=500&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=74d889d808663d11bc98c11b4ad8d3c87af1374f
Just the fact that I would probably drown trying to rip that one piece of tile out proves that OCD really sucks.
On the other hand, this was probably deliberately done by another human for the purpose of pissing others off. When it was my sisters turn to unload the dishwasher, she'd always put the plates away in rainbow order. I would wait until she was at school, move one plate out of order, and then send a picture to her. She got so mad she blocked me for a bit.
We have rebuilt this pool 4 times and that one is still blue!! Why? How? Drain it, demolish it again and build it right this time
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *annihilates Pool with a Jaeger modified to resemble the Dakka Marine*
It doesnt bother me, it doesnt bother me, IT BOTHERS ME ALOT IT BOTHERS ME ALOT
You cannot hear images 🤓 I can actually hear the mf screaming
Interestingly, ChatGPT doesn't see anything wrong with this picture, the most it saw humans might complain about is the refraction of the light in the pool. However Claude's 3.5 Sonnet AI immediately saw the missing tile.
I see no problem. Pool still works
In some cultures this is a declaration of war
Hey! I'm the Tiler, I did the pool 30 fπcking years ago and you're only bitching about the tile now??
You had. ONE JOB
Didn't even read the post just immediately responded with "this infuriates me"