
Well?
(Edited 10 seconds later.)
Yes, if served with some autistic waffle.
@314,663 (B)
As a doctor, I can confirm this.
C͚̤͎̳̱͔͉i̖̼̰a̤̣o̠̞̮̙̯̞,͓̩̯ ̦̭̳̱T͉̩̬he̱͍̩̤̳̮ ͓D̬͖͕̠o̪̝̳͇̬̺c͓̙̭ṯ̳̺̪͕o͔͇̪͔̱̮r̫͔̘̦͓̜.̲͕
@previous (A)
Word Salad, a poem, by Autphag:
Freudo-Marxian Sexual Bolshevist libido-incantation,
forcibly enfoisted propaganda machine,
ZOG-bought-and-paid-for-JIDF speculatory disinfo,
Crypto-Zionist neo-serfdom for the Fabian movement,
neuronegroidized into the feminist dialectical narrative
are the racially subversive fecundity infiltrators
for Ideological Trotskyism, under-racial mudslime submen
enforce monarchical shill reptillian tyranny again
meta-political conspiratorial analysis into the Frankist Bohemianism of the Anglospheric archoechelons
make for the forcibly enfoisted propaganda machine victimarian-communitarian identity politics,
compulsive pseudolesbian transdegenerate carpophagophiles and chinkoid-mullato effeminate retards alike,
I have only one thing to you for which I desire to say: Nice try, reptile.
@previous (Dr. Autphag !FaiGWhdD4g)
As a person suffering from autism, Autphag is a meat calculator that turns meth into illegible gibberish.
C͇͙̞̱̭̫ia̮o̲̹̺͕̤̮̞,̞̼̙ ̫̟͔̣̤̯T̺̤̪̭̩̻h̼̯̙͍̦̬e̹̪͙̖̺̟ ̠̘D͍̖oc̜t̲̘̺o̦r̠.̫̹
Only if you completely cover it with ranch dressing and butter your nipples while chanting 'USA! USA! USA!'.
@314,795 (E)
As a doctor, I can confirm this, although for an optimum culinary experience I would recommend chanting Rule Britannia instead.
C͙̺̣̟ͅi̗̹a̞̲o̮̼̘̩͕͈͈,̤̣̮̞͔ ̦̞͇̬̪͈̗T͚̼͈̘ͅͅh͓͕̩e̥͎̖̙ ͈̰̤͓̥̘D̟̲̠͚̭o̠͎̭̙͚̱c̻̝̞̭͔̯t̩̻͍͍o̙̼̰͕͚r̲͇͉̳.̞̬͍̯͈̭