Extroverts are loud obnoxious brainless viking warriors who will shit on your table and uproot all of your potted plants. Their minds have been trapped in the party rock dimension by an evil sorcerer while their corporeal forms exist in our own plane of reality, causing them to stumble around in a constant unaware daze.
Introverts are super-genius shy fragile literal wood nymphs that shatter when exposed to direct eye contact subsist entirely on a diet of nothing but tea and the written word. Extending offers to social gatherings causes them to actually die.
Every extrovert is sonic the hedgehog, here to pop your comfort bubbles and tell you that you’re too slo-
-Look.  We don’t have time for this.  We’ve got party planes to jump out of. You probably wouldn’t understand what it’s like to only momentarily release your true form through the consumption of alcohol and sick beats.  Get out of my way, nerds.
I’m crying.
IT GOT BETTER