The Heartwarming Story About How A Japanese Albino Helped a Guy With Social Awkwardness Create a Channel on Yourtube

"Hmm...by all means, enlighten me good sir." He gestures to the computer, for Kats to take his seat. "There are certainly any number of choice moments to prey upon, but I wish to see what you have in mind."

Cecil sounds like Shakespeare if he were a butler. Or so he has been told, anyway.

"Perhaps some more common areas of focus at first, before moving onto lesser used ones with untapped comedic potential."

"Well...", Katsu says seemingly thoughtful "We can use the internet memes as guides! Yes! And make a parody like... "Revengers: Infinite Memes"! Yes! But... I'd like to start with the death of Man-Spider.", Katsu finishes in an weird solemn note "Is this fine by you, Mr. Pater Perker?"

Cecil mutters a statement that sounds eerily like a question of how a person can be so fond of memes. "I'd say...don't feel so great about this, but we can give it a shot. Sow me the way, Kats. Educate me...in the ART! Of memery."

From that day onwards... Something changed within Katsu.

"Very well, small grasshopper.", Katsu says as if he's in Karate Kid "You want to know hoe to meme. I can't teach you how to meme. But I can teach you how to create your own memery."

"That is all I ask, but please...we must start at some time for this to get underway." He gives a mock bow to Katsu, wondering how they keep doing these things but not at all objecting to it. "Teach me, Sensei."

"Firstly, coughing pidgeon.", Katsu says in a fake solemn voice, like he's some sorta kung fu master isolated from society in order to hone his skills to perfection "Open your Bookface. We shall start your memeducation there."

Cecil coughs awkwardly.
"I may not have a Bookface, Kats. It's...not exactly like I've ever had use for one." That, and he was starting to be positively terrified of what might show up on it if he did have one for people to find. The realm in which he interacted with other people was not one where he expected any sort of positive interaction.
"...wait a minute Coughing Pigeon?! What happened to Grasshopper!?"

"Wait and hope, Tiny Goldfish. You must educate yourself in memeing before memeing yourself. Bookface is, by every means, one of the largest realms of memes. You don't have to indulge in social interaction. You just need to find memes." Katsu says in that fake solemn voice. "Do you understand your assignment, Albino Cricket?"

Oh. Ooooh. So thaaaaat's the game he was going to play. Very well...let the games begin.
"Ya'll're gonna haf'ta show me 'ow ta work these then. I don't gots a gosh-danged clue about hows abouts to get startin' on these 'ere meme things. That come wid'a degree'a some kind'er what?"

"White Albino Duck, first you must go there", Katsu says almost bursting into laughter as he goes on and enters some of his favourite meme pages "And now you must study, Bewildered Wolverine. Study this ancient material of memeknowledge and absorb its lessons into memeing your way out of every situation you can imagine", Katsu finishes in that fake solemn note before...

"Snerk."

Cecil cracks as Katsu does, breaking out into laughter he has to suppress with one hand before he has to compose himself once more. "O-of course. I shall endeavour to take these lessons to heart." Seizing the seat for himself, Cecil begins to scroll through the variety of memes on display. Captioned images, gifs of all kinds, and a wide variety of videos passed on by as he began his examination of what made a meme. Examples of all kinds passed under his analytical eye as he scrolled through.

He turned to Katsu ten minutes later with his initial conclusions. "...I...don't get half these. The parts of a joke are there in most of them, but I just don't know the background that makes it funny..." He pauses. "Have...I just been looking at a bunch of in-jokes?"

"No. Actually, this is a meme of the third layer. In order to completely get it...", and then in the fake legendary kung fu master solemn voice, Katsu spent almost thirty minutes explaining to Cecil more or less seven years of internet and retarded humor.

"And that's it. Do you understand it now, Young Keysword Wielder?", Katsu does not resist and cracks up again. Katsu didn't resist. Neither do I.

Cecil listened attentively to Katsugiya, taking everything as much as any person could when they were being given a thirty minute history of memes by their best friend in the form of the teachings of an ancient Kung-Fu master. This did not happen to be an incredible amount, as after a while the fact that Kats had been able to maintain his delivery for so long starts being too absurd not to acknowledge with barely suppressed laughter.

He's gasping for breath as Katsugiya finally cracks, strained chuckles occasionally surfacing amongst his desperate search for air.
After managing a few long, somewhat controlled breaths, he finds himself no longer at risk of suffocation, and decides that now might finally be the time to give a reply. "I...haa...think I have an idea. Come, come on." He gestures Katsu to come closer. "Pull...pull up the scene...so we can figure this out...while I take some time to breeeeeeath."
He slumps forward clutching his stomach, breathing heavily as he awaits the full return of air and the end to the pain of laughing so much.