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Temmie fuckin' waddled down the line at the DMV, slapping everyone elses ass as they walked by. Temmie got to the front desk, where some hairy ass bitch was working. Temmie pulled out a glock and started screaming to "Put the money in the bag bitches." They grabbed the money, and Temmie thrusted themselves out of the window on the 24th floor. Temmie landed in an allyway, where a bicycle was leaning on a fence. "Aw shit, here we go again." Temmie sighed, getting on the bike to find the Tem Village, now renamed to Woave Street. Temmie snuck into their old house, and looked at a photo of their mom, that had been shot in a drive by from a green Sabre. Soon, a rather large temmie came out of the kitchen, baseball bat in hand. "You picked the wrong house fool!" Hey hey hey Big Bob, it me Temmie chill chill!" Bob put the bat down, taking in the physical manifestation of Temmie in front of him. "Temmie? Oooh my dawg what up hah hah ha hah!" Temmie looked at the picture again. "Look man, I'm sorry for what happened to ya moms." "It's my moms homie." Temmie replied mournfully. "But first, we need to take care of our binnis'." Big Bob said, pulling temmie out of the house with him...

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