'does anyone object to this marriage'
wait hold on what the fuck nigel was so fucking shook he started to use the cringey slang anton used to get rejected by chicks
how the fuck was this cunt getting married after only two days?
but that was a problem for another time, right now his biggest dilemma was whether to object or not
he couldnt just stand up and confess his love for a tWAT in front of a hundred people, he had at least a little self respect left. not really, bt he liked to delude himself
oh shit- wait- he'd stood up already hadnt he.
fuck. everyoens staring at me.
'um.. whatshisname- that guys brother- IS IN LOVE WITH SOPHIA AND HE OBJECTS'
an ugly man stood up and nigel's heart raced, FUCK THEY REMEMBERED TO INVITE HIM, THEY MUST HAVE BEEN SCRAPING THE BOTTOM OF THE BARREL BECAUSE NO ONE CARES ABOUT THAT CUNT
'THATS NOT TRUE, fam fam' screamed the cunt- i mean brother
the crowd went silent, and nigel knew
he was fucked
then, suddenly, anton's lack of intelligence came to the rescue once more
'who the fuck are you?'
nigel held his breath and remembered why he loved this man- wait
fuck
the end
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SINton
Poetryso you know how the second game made no sense? well we made it make even less sense you're welcome
