I am tied up in the twitter head quarters, which on a normal day would be sexc but todays not normal bc im getting sacrificed. "YOU DESERVE THIS YOU GREENHOUSE GAS ENABLER WHOREEE!!" screamed the barba-lewd.
"IM NOT SORRY BARBALWED BITCH HE WAS HOTTTTTT!!" I screeched back. If I'm gonna die I'm at least gonna die with some sexc last words. "BARBIE GIRL, LETUCE WITH SAUCE, PEN, APPLE, CLIMATE CHANGE, TREES, ORANGE LINGERIE!" I scream, just incase the twitter man comes and kills me rn. "Bitch stfu no one wants to hear ur search history," says an ominous voice from the door way. I look up, it's the twitter man. "Denounce your cancel sins or suffer the cumsequences," says Elon Musk. He looks like a minecraft custom skin gone wrong after his plastic surgery.
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The Oncler x Lorax (more like Lor-got-an-ass) THE SEQUEL
FanfictionWe told you to c u m for the sequel! We hope you did! Big thanks to GrassisVeryTastyAF for being very grass chompy and deciding the fate of this love story.
