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FEAST YOU EYES ON THE TRUE FORM OF DIVINE TRANQUILLITY!

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Just painted my nails, ketchup color is the best 🗿🗿🗿

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*sniffs heavily*

Your belly button is just your old mouth.

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Chawcabra Fetucinni looked at the broken hot sauce in her hands and felt anxious.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her treacherous surroundings. She had always hated heart-breaking The Bowl Of Honks with its slow, scrawny scattered spaceship parts. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel anxious.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Duncan Fitzgerald. Duncan was a likable badger with tough legs and athletic heads.

Chawcabra gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was an unstable, conflicted, tea drinker with starved legs and jumpy heads. Her friends saw her as a chilly, colorful coward. Once, she had even brought a tricky kitten back from the brink of death.

But not even an unstable person who had once brought a tricky kitten back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Duncan had in store today.

The fog teased like stabbing wolves, making Chawcabra grief-struck.

As Chawcabra stepped outside and Duncan came closer, she could see the grumpy smile on his face.

Duncan gazed with the affection of 3770 hard to forgive stingy sheep. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want revenge."

Chawcabra looked back, even more grief-struck and still fingering the broken hot sauce. "Duncan, I'm sorry, son," she replied.

They looked at each other with vengeful feelings, like two rotten, rainy rats crying at a very secretive meeting, which had jazz music playing in the background and two depressed uncles regretting to the beat.

Suddenly, Duncan lunged forward and tried to punch Chawcabra in the face. Quickly, Chawcabra grabbed the broken hot sauce and brought it down on Duncan's skull.

Duncan's tough legs trembled and his athletic heads wobbled. He looked conflicted, his emotions raw like a knotty, klutzy ketchup.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Duncan Fitzgerald was dead.

Chawcabra Fetucinni went back inside and made herself a nice cup of tea.

THE END

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On 7/18/2020 at 2:24 PM, PincerClaw420 said:

My oob name is Yoobmboobwoob

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P(l)oobncoobrCloobw420

Have fun trying to pronounce that

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27 minutes ago, PincerClaw420 said:

P(l)oobncoobrCloobw420

Have fun trying to pronounce that

Seems far funnier than saying mhooboobhooboob.

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