*dressed as a Nigel Thornberry, hidden in the background*
Here is the Wild Markimoo, about to perform his annual mating ritual in order to call their potential mates (also named as 'fans') and select carefully the best suitable mates for him, judging by their noble actions.
UNFORTUNATELY, this time has failed significantly, so he won't mate successfully until next year.
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Cringy Crap
RandomMy cancerous shit If anyone doesn't like it, whatever, I don't give a frag ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
