[ WP ] Humanity realizes the Universe is actually a simulation so out of spite it decides to concentrate its effort on messing with the civilization that does the simulation

`` Yo Marty, what they doin now?'' said the first alien with red eyes and chin stubble. 
 
 `` Aww shit you wo n't believe this.'' said Marty, the other alien with plastic 3d glasses and an ipad, looking over their creation in a shoebox. 
 
 `` Woah, they're like, spelling letters and stuff!'' piped up the first alien, aka not the one named Marty. 
 
 `` Noiceeee! Dude we're so getting into college.'' 
 
 `` Fuck yeah! Yo, what'd they say?'' 
 
 `` Who?'' 
 
 `` The little people!'' 
 
 `` Oh yeah, it says'no more pepe'.'' 
 
 `` Tahahaha they figured it out!'' 
 
 `` Bruh I'm fucking dead.'' 
 
 Marty and the other dude looked up over their creation. Thousands of millions of years of trial and error just for some frog drawings to show the class Thursday. 
 
 `` Marty you got the printer?'' 
 
 `` Shit dude I thought you had the printer!'' 
 
 `` Why would I get a printer? I brought the shoebox. You were gon na get the printer!'' 
 
 `` I thought yo ipad printed shit?'' 
 
 `` Nah fam I'm playing candy crush. Wait, how would that even work?'' 
 
 `` How does a society in a shoebox work?'' 
 
 `` Homie I do n't know they just sorta showed up!'' 
 
 `` Well how do we work?'' 
 
 `` Oh shi-'' 
 
 Our two alien friends came to a groundbreaking realization. 
 
 `` Yo let's fuck wit him, homie grab the sharpies'' 
 
 `` You were supposed to get the sharpies.'' 
 
 `` Where was I supposed to get the sharpies?'' 
 
 `` Same place with the printer.'' 
 
 `` Well we've clearly established I did not get the printe-'' 
 
 An idea flashed across Marty's mindnoodle. 
 
 `` Yo writer, hook us up wit some sharpies, you control the plot homie.'' 
 
 Nah, I'm good. 
 
 `` Your story sucks.'' 
 
 Man fuck y'all.
