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me: let's finger paint!
paint: WHAT! 😨
lets: I'm scared
scared: no I'm scared
no : Hi scared
Skibiti toilet: fein fein fein fein fein fein fein 🤑🤑🤑
每一枪都打空,然后怪延迟!
Instead of panicking, he laughed, saying, “It’s not that bad!”—almost proud, like he enjoyed his own masterpiece. Known for loving his farts a little too much, he seemed weirdly unfazed by the chaos he’d caused. His team won the game, but his chair and his dignity didn’t survive. From then on, we called him “Clutch and Crust.” Safe to say, no one sat next to him during gaming sessions after that.