It's amazing how he is constantly melting down, and constantly declaring loudly that he is calm and happy. I've never known anyone quite as insane as him.

I could call him an NPC, and he’d likely launch into an elaborate defense just to refute the label—complete with an overuse of the laugh emoji, as if that somehow proves he isn’t in the midst of a meltdown.
“There are no atheists in foxholes, eh?”-Keith Jennings from the Omen.

Notice how he comes into threads that don't even name him? He recognizes the labels without tutoring….

Weak
“There are no atheists in foxholes, eh?”-Keith Jennings from the Omen.

Retard rites ridiculous rant.
Draft Barron Trump

Boring bombastic Bentley bombs.
AGAIN.
Bentley is a walking, talking premature ejaculation of desperation & stupidity.

Alliterate oaf!

Voila! In view humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the “vox populi” now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin, van guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.
The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.
Verily this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it’s my very good honour to meet you and you may call me the nutty professor

All will become clear very shortly, Hastings,
mon ami
. The little grey cells have done their work!

Context?
My password is password.