*goes down the person above's fun ride again*

The person above me said something naughty again

I'm getting the feeling that the person above me is not telling the person above her anything he doesn't already know.

The person above me is entirely incorrect. The person previously above me probably hasn't even figured out yet what else his weiner is for.

The person above me is the person above the person above them.

And, continuing thematically with my last post, I haven't yet figured out what the person above me is for, although at present I'm leaning towards "mop".

*mops the person above's garden*

The person above me is too young to be Mop_Boy

The person above me isn't too young to be Mop_Girl.

The person above me mops with a toothbrush.

The person above me mopes when he mops.

The person above me mops not at all!

The person above me is too small and hairless to be a bearskin rug, but he's about flat enough.

That's because the person above is used to living in three dimensions.

The person above me isn't used to living at all, and I plan to keep it that way.

The person above me is now in 5 dimensions at once.

The person above me can only perceive a protrusion of my true reality into his own plane of existence.

The person above me can only perceive cookies in her 2nd dimension.

Do I detect a hint of jealousy in the person above me?

The person above me is changing her avatar far too much.

The person above me is a figment of my imagination.

Correction; the person above me is a figment of his own imagination.

I don't want to speculate whose imagination the person above me might be a figment of.

The person above me has cabbage ancestry, thus I shall make coleslaw of her. Not for me, though, I can't stand vegetables.

Yet the person above me stalks vegetables.