That ****ing retard. I think his name was Batlord.

**** that. I'm not nice to anybody and I won't treat him differently just because everyone else talks to him like he's a child. Retarded people don't quite understand that people talk to them like they're children but I think on some level they totally understand and don't like it. The one line I won't cross is calling him stupid but other than that all bets are off. He put ice down the back of my shirt the other day and flicked me in the back of the neck so it's ****ing on, bitch.

I agree with this tbh. Plus you've got to work with him. So chill out a bit and have some bants together.

That's all we do. We have bants. I show up before the store is open and the doors are unlocked, he's there to unlock the doors, I **** with him while he's unlocking the doors, and then it's just nonstop **** talking. He keeps insinuating that I **** my mother and I talk about how Hillary Duff (his favorite singer) is dead or something. He's the most bant-heavy co-worker I've ever had and that's how we do things. Other co-workers often don't seem to grasp this because they're normies who think that people interact positively but my retarded coworker isn't like that and gets off on getting the better of me in verbal altercations just as I do. Basically we have the same maturity level.

Kick his ass!

I've kicked him in the leg and I don't regret it.

He can play the tard card. It’s a bad deal for you but you’re man enough to socialize with him as an equal anyway.

Seriously props

I still find ways to win. He has that tard speach impediment where it can be kinda hard to understand what they're saying if they talk too fast, and it's my favorite thing to mischaracterize what he's just said (his response is generally: "Shut up, Charles, don't talk if you don't know what I'm talking about). A couple days ago he said something or other that may or may not have sounded like "I covered my dick in butter" so I of course went, "What? You covered your dick in butter?" To which he responded normally.

My boss was apparently in a mood to put up with my nonsense and turned to my coworker and asked, "You didn't really say that, did you? Oh my god." The rest of the day was revenge for the previous day when he PUT ICE DOWN THE BACK OF MY SHIRT. No regrets.

Seriously though, my boss trolled him way harder than even I did. I have problems with my boss rather often cause we're both childish *******s but sometimes we just mesh like that.

Bruh. This is our thing. We dance around management to **** with each other and if management decides that we should chill out we either chill out for a day or find a way to get the other in trouble. We're bad people tbh.

We definitely have a Music Banter troll relationship.