(my fingers hurt so much, all i can type is that he's almost immortal, not telling you his weakness, all I can tell is that it can dissolve anything, it's not lava, anyways, bye lovely bastards, my fingers died-anways ignore the voice or I will send giant flying spiders to your closet) (edit:MOM I'M FAMOUS)

A nice plate of crispy fries that will listen to everything you have to say.