2: I want to lose self control
1: Why?
2: I'd like to see what you guys could do. Wreck the world, wreck my life, whatever.
3: yes. Finally. Finally we can take over
1: now we can destroy him
5: damned fucker, time to die.
2: yeah. just do whatever with me. humiliate me, whatever.
4: what is life?
3: bro shut up
1: we have to kill his brain as well
3: hahahahahaha
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Yellow Walrus and Dripping Ketchup
General FictionFlying Mustard in the sky, see the spirits, set them free. Umbrellas dance with the leg that they have, eye balls floating in the dark night sky. Deep and mysterious, the bats and birds, and everything "B". Let it be, let it "B", let it bee.
