Zits, work, fever, school, lunch?

All that we spoke of in our short conversation of 4min 59s long.
It was sweet of you to have called me, King, during your rather late lunch.
Bet ya miss me from my absence at Gotham on Saturday. Sniggers.
What strikes a chord with the lost, the fornlorn, and the empty hollow shells? Cynism or melancholy.
Ignore me. This post is of utmost irrelevance. These days are gonna be filled with such ridicule.
Pardon any speeeeling error(s).