Leebit stole my last braincell: The Battle Of Two Half-Braincells

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the attack on titan final season opening last war played as the multistans now on crack the animals started getting ready for war war was cumming and they knew they were going to suffer for it the exo ls the armys and the multistans were going to go to war for the sake of peace

The leader of the multistans, T-rex (he/they) squealed in his deep voice. He shook his tiny ass fucking arms in agony of embarrassment of tiny arms.

He looked to the horizon as Last Train Home played and he cried for Kakyoin.

"Friends... Farts.. Family... We must march onwards, into the twitter-like hellsite... When we return we will be made anew: rougher, colder and probably scarred for life." He turned to face the multistans. He looked at them with pride, "Are you ready?"

The multistans' scream of "NO" echoed with the fervour in their voices as the started prepping the catapults for launching Lee Bite into orbit and into The War Of The Half Braincells. It was high stinkfart that the stealer of first borns, Leebite, was to be taped to a catapult and launched. This was his toe destiny. The trueness of his destiny was truer than my habit of writing utter nonsensical words randomly.

Piss chick, Anklebiter, Da da da Caller, Eyeball Snatcher, Wolfgang, Sexy Ferret, h̺͆O̺͆k̺͆s⃠h⃠i⃠   n̸o̸o̸n̸a̸  n҉a҉m҉c҉h҉i҉n҉g҉u҉    i̥ͦs̥ͦs̥ͦe̥ͦo̥ͦy̥ͦo̥ͦ? And dolphinese speaking desert fox: These were the ultimate weapons of destruction. They were the kneecap for survival by curing the fartful fanwars.

The multistans farted in simultaneousness. The banana mayonnaise was acting up. They turned towards their lord and saviours for whom they had a minute. A multistan, Peelicker, stepped forward. He held out his elbow and offered it to the eight farty stinkfart kneecaps. He spoke like a true dealer, "Farts and Turds, please accept my elbow. It isn't mine."

He floated ominously.

Lee Bite crawled gently towards him with the intent to eat Peelicker's ankles. "Oh kneecapped Licker of Pee! This tribute is second only to ankles  but since you have ankles I'll take them 🥰." LO! Peelicker was left ankleless. He used his arm knee as his foot wrist from there on.

Dwaekki was as alive as Reiner as he sniffed some dart phrog venom to get high for the War of The Two Braincells.

Wolf (gang)chan moved to the catapult. He faced the Cheese Stick and asked them, "When do we fart into orbit?" The Cheese Stick screamed at him as they farted profusely like a motorcycle. Wolfchan nodded as profusely as the farts.

He looked at Leebite and Dwaekki dada adda caller and he nodded. He looked at the others too but that isn't for the plot rn. "It is time. You must prepare your anus for the fart. It will be difficult. You'll need to eat a kneecap to earn many strengths." He looked at the Cheese Stick with the intent to fart. But Cheese Stick knew what was to come.

"Taketh mine caps of knees and gain many energies!" Saying this, the Cheese Stick flung their kneecaps at Wolf Chan's voids of the skull where he caught them by expelling his eyeballs.

The voids  caught the kneecaps beautifully and excretes them to the Dwaekki and the Anklebiter. They caught the caps of the knees with their buttcheeks and crunched it 𝓲ꪑꪑꪖꪶᶜᵘˡᵃᵗꫀ 🄽🄾🄸🅢︎🅔︎🅢︎.

They were ready. It was time. The toxic fans must be reduced to animal citizen party ribbons.

Leebite and the Dwaekki were positioned in the catapults.

Then they farted.