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[Louvis]

"How does one man read newspapers upsidedown while annihilating hamsters by the dozen?" inquired the Chief Director, sipping plum enhancers all day long."Why does a baby know why scientologists happen to be utter morons, when adults see nothing out of their own disposition?"
Two of his henchmen hit the giant screen resulting in propaganda for a diabolical anglerfish terraforming a highly infertile monstrosity named Ruphaloburblaz. Because science proved absolutely nothing, Jason committed to expressing his paranoia by the word-filled method of hammering ham onto poor children's crotches. Although the futility of their primal resitance had power instead of darkness when fusing most bottles of poison and wine, money was tight and explosions were plentiful.
"Should we puke upon some dark rainbows," said they, "and wreak destruction to the entire flock of flyer-reindeer in order to stop Evil Santa from exploding spontaneously?"
"No," said the Chief Director, "instead, take my elite mother's asshole and refuse the fucking wardrobe her extremist is not there!"
"...WHAT!?"
He choked on his plums, tragically dying at age 84. But at the funeral, one brave man "wisely" had a seizure during the destruction of ONE FUCKING WORD.
Mister Smith reached enlightenment, eager to meditate, but one barnacle conspired as a tin foil transformed into a triangle of elegance and joy averting everything bad into peace... and love.
Truly beautiful reptilian-faced female dance bars and she has gargantuan

[Shrooblord]

"How does one man read newspapers upsidedown while annihilating hamsters by the dozen?" inquired the Chief Director, sipping plum enhancers all day long."Why does a baby know why scientologists happen to be utter morons, when adults see nothing out of their own disposition?"
Two of his henchmen hit the giant screen resulting in propaganda for a diabolical anglerfish terraforming a highly infertile monstrosity named Ruphaloburblaz. Because science proved absolutely nothing, Jason committed to expressing his paranoia by the word-filled method of hammering ham onto poor children's crotches. Although the futility of their primal resitance had power instead of darkness when fusing most bottles of poison and wine, money was tight and explosions were plentiful.
"Should we puke upon some dark rainbows," said they, "and wreak destruction to the entire flock of flyer-reindeer in order to stop Evil Santa from exploding spontaneously?"
"No," said the Chief Director, "instead, take my elite mother's asshole and refuse the fucking wardrobe her extremist is not there!"
"...WHAT!?"
He choked on his plums, tragically dying at age 84. But at the funeral, one brave man "wisely" had a seizure during the destruction of ONE FUCKING WORD.
Mister Smith reached enlightenment, eager to meditate, but one barnacle conspired as a tin foil transformed into a triangle of elegance and joy averting everything bad into peace... and love.
Truly beautiful reptilian-faced female dance bars and she has gargantuan curvy

[Louvis]

"How does one man read newspapers upsidedown while annihilating hamsters by the dozen?" inquired the Chief Director, sipping plum enhancers all day long."Why does a baby know why scientologists happen to be utter morons, when adults see nothing out of their own disposition?"
Two of his henchmen hit the giant screen resulting in propaganda for a diabolical anglerfish terraforming a highly infertile monstrosity named Ruphaloburblaz. Because science proved absolutely nothing, Jason committed to expressing his paranoia by the word-filled method of hammering ham onto poor children's crotches. Although the futility of their primal resitance had power instead of darkness when fusing most bottles of poison and wine, money was tight and explosions were plentiful.
"Should we puke upon some dark rainbows," said they, "and wreak destruction to the entire flock of flyer-reindeer in order to stop Evil Santa from exploding spontaneously?"
"No," said the Chief Director, "instead, take my elite mother's asshole and refuse the fucking wardrobe her extremist is not there!"
"...WHAT!?"
He choked on his plums, tragically dying at age 84. But at the funeral, one brave man "wisely" had a seizure during the destruction of ONE FUCKING WORD.
Mister Smith reached enlightenment, eager to meditate, but one barnacle conspired as a tin foil transformed into a triangle of elegance and joy averting everything bad into peace... and love.
Truly beautiful reptilian-faced female dance bars and she has gargantuan curvy, juicy

[I like where this is going]

[Serza5]

"How does one man read newspapers upsidedown while annihilating hamsters by the dozen?" inquired the Chief Director, sipping plum enhancers all day long."Why does a baby know why scientologists happen to be utter morons, when adults see nothing out of their own disposition?"
Two of his henchmen hit the giant screen resulting in propaganda for a diabolical anglerfish terraforming a highly infertile monstrosity named Ruphaloburblaz. Because science proved absolutely nothing, Jason committed to expressing his paranoia by the word-filled method of hammering ham onto poor children's crotches. Although the futility of their primal resitance had power instead of darkness when fusing most bottles of poison and wine, money was tight and explosions were plentiful.
"Should we puke upon some dark rainbows," said they, "and wreak destruction to the entire flock of flyer-reindeer in order to stop Evil Santa from exploding spontaneously?"
"No," said the Chief Director, "instead, take my elite mother's asshole and refuse the fucking wardrobe her extremist is not there!"
"...WHAT!?"
He choked on his plums, tragically dying at age 84. But at the funeral, one brave man "wisely" had a seizure during the destruction of ONE FUCKING WORD.
Mister Smith reached enlightenment, eager to meditate, but one barnacle conspired as a tin foil transformed into a triangle of elegance and joy averting everything bad into peace... and love.
Truly beautiful reptilian-faced female dance bars and she has gargantuan curvy, juicy butts

[beebo44]

How does one man read newspapers upsidedown while annihilating hamsters by the dozen?" inquired the Chief Director, sipping plum enhancers all day long."Why does a baby know why scientologists happen to be utter morons, when adults see nothing out of their own disposition?"
Two of his henchmen hit the giant screen resulting in propaganda for a diabolical anglerfish terraforming a highly infertile monstrosity named Ruphaloburblaz. Because science proved absolutely nothing, Jason committed to expressing his paranoia by the word-filled method of hammering ham onto poor children's crotches. Although the futility of their primal resitance had power instead of darkness when fusing most bottles of poison and wine, money was tight and explosions were plentiful.
"Should we puke upon some dark rainbows," said they, "and wreak destruction to the entire flock of flyer-reindeer in order to stop Evil Santa from exploding spontaneously?"
"No," said the Chief Director, "instead, take my elite mother's asshole and refuse the fucking wardrobe her extremist is not there!"
"...WHAT!?"
He choked on his plums, tragically dying at age 84. But at the funeral, one brave man "wisely" had a seizure during the destruction of ONE FUCKING WORD.
Mister Smith reached enlightenment, eager to meditate, but one barnacle conspired as a tin foil transformed into a triangle of elegance and joy averting everything bad into peace... and love.
Truly beautiful reptilian-faced female dance bars and she has gargantuan curvy, juicy butts, which

[Master]

"How does one man read newspapers upsidedown while annihilating hamsters by the dozen?" inquired the Chief Director, sipping plum enhancers all day long."Why does a baby know why scientologists happen to be utter morons, when adults see nothing out of their own disposition?"
Two of his henchmen hit the giant screen resulting in propaganda for a diabolical anglerfish terraforming a highly infertile monstrosity named Ruphaloburblaz. Because science proved absolutely nothing, Jason committed to expressing his paranoia by the word-filled method of hammering ham onto poor children's crotches. Although the futility of their primal resitance had power instead of darkness when fusing most bottles of poison and wine, money was tight and explosions were plentiful.
"Should we puke upon some dark rainbows," said they, "and wreak destruction to the entire flock of flyer-reindeer in order to stop Evil Santa from exploding spontaneously?"
"No," said the Chief Director, "instead, take my elite mother's asshole and refuse the fucking wardrobe her extremist is not there!"
"...WHAT!?"
He choked on his plums, tragically dying at age 84. But at the funeral, one brave man "wisely" had a seizure during the destruction of ONE FUCKING WORD.
Mister Smith reached enlightenment, eager to meditate, but one barnacle conspired as a tin foil transformed into a triangle of elegance and joy averting everything bad into peace... and love.
Truly beautiful reptilian-faced female dance bars and she has gargantuan curvy, juicy butts, which enraged

[Shrooblord]

"How does one man read newspapers upsidedown while annihilating hamsters by the dozen?" inquired the Chief Director, sipping plum enhancers all day long."Why does a baby know why scientologists happen to be utter morons, when adults see nothing out of their own disposition?"
Two of his henchmen hit the giant screen resulting in propaganda for a diabolical anglerfish terraforming a highly infertile monstrosity named Ruphaloburblaz. Because science proved absolutely nothing, Jason committed to expressing his paranoia by the word-filled method of hammering ham onto poor children's crotches. Although the futility of their primal resitance had power instead of darkness when fusing most bottles of poison and wine, money was tight and explosions were plentiful.
"Should we puke upon some dark rainbows," said they, "and wreak destruction to the entire flock of flyer-reindeer in order to stop Evil Santa from exploding spontaneously?"
"No," said the Chief Director, "instead, take my elite mother's asshole and refuse the fucking wardrobe her extremist is not there!"
"...WHAT!?"
He choked on his plums, tragically dying at age 84. But at the funeral, one brave man "wisely" had a seizure during the destruction of ONE FUCKING WORD.
Mister Smith reached enlightenment, eager to meditate, but one barnacle conspired as a tin foil transformed into a triangle of elegance and joy averting everything bad into peace... and love.
Truly beautiful reptilian-faced female dance bars and she has gargantuan curvy, juicy butts, which enraged the priest

[Master]

"How does one man read newspapers upsidedown while annihilating hamsters by the dozen?" inquired the Chief Director, sipping plum enhancers all day long."Why does a baby know why scientologists happen to be utter morons, when adults see nothing out of their own disposition?"
Two of his henchmen hit the giant screen resulting in propaganda for a diabolical anglerfish terraforming a highly infertile monstrosity named Ruphaloburblaz. Because science proved absolutely nothing, Jason committed to expressing his paranoia by the word-filled method of hammering ham onto poor children's crotches. Although the futility of their primal resitance had power instead of darkness when fusing most bottles of poison and wine, money was tight and explosions were plentiful.
"Should we puke upon some dark rainbows," said they, "and wreak destruction to the entire flock of flyer-reindeer in order to stop Evil Santa from exploding spontaneously?"
"No," said the Chief Director, "instead, take my elite mother's asshole and refuse the fucking wardrobe her extremist is not there!"
"...WHAT!?"
He choked on his plums, tragically dying at age 84. But at the funeral, one brave man "wisely" had a seizure during the destruction of ONE FUCKING WORD.
Mister Smith reached enlightenment, eager to meditate, but one barnacle conspired as a tin foil transformed into a triangle of elegance and joy averting everything bad into peace... and love.
Truly beautiful reptilian-faced female dance bars and she has gargantuan curvy, juicy butts, which enraged the priest giving the memoriam

[Serza5]

"How does one man read newspapers upsidedown while annihilating hamsters by the dozen?" inquired the Chief Director, sipping plum enhancers all day long."Why does a baby know why scientologists happen to be utter morons, when adults see nothing out of their own disposition?"
Two of his henchmen hit the giant screen resulting in propaganda for a diabolical anglerfish terraforming a highly infertile monstrosity named Ruphaloburblaz. Because science proved absolutely nothing, Jason committed to expressing his paranoia by the word-filled method of hammering ham onto poor children's crotches. Although the futility of their primal resitance had power instead of darkness when fusing most bottles of poison and wine, money was tight and explosions were plentiful.
"Should we puke upon some dark rainbows," said they, "and wreak destruction to the entire flock of flyer-reindeer in order to stop Evil Santa from exploding spontaneously?"
"No," said the Chief Director, "instead, take my elite mother's asshole and refuse the fucking wardrobe her extremist is not there!"
"...WHAT!?"
He choked on his plums, tragically dying at age 84. But at the funeral, one brave man "wisely" had a seizure during the destruction of ONE FUCKING WORD.
Mister Smith reached enlightenment, eager to meditate, but one barnacle conspired as a tin foil transformed into a triangle of elegance and joy averting everything bad into peace... and love.
Truly beautiful reptilian-faced female dance bars and she has gargantuan curvy, juicy butts, which enraged the priest giving the memorium a

[Smega]

"How does one man read newspapers upsidedown while annihilating hamsters by the dozen?" inquired the Chief Director, sipping plum enhancers all day long."Why does a baby know why scientologists happen to be utter morons, when adults see nothing out of their own disposition?"
Two of his henchmen hit the giant screen resulting in propaganda for a diabolical anglerfish terraforming a highly infertile monstrosity named Ruphaloburblaz. Because science proved absolutely nothing, Jason committed to expressing his paranoia by the word-filled method of hammering ham onto poor children's crotches. Although the futility of their primal resitance had power instead of darkness when fusing most bottles of poison and wine, money was tight and explosions were plentiful.
"Should we puke upon some dark rainbows," said they, "and wreak destruction to the entire flock of flyer-reindeer in order to stop Evil Santa from exploding spontaneously?"
"No," said the Chief Director, "instead, take my elite mother's asshole and refuse the fucking wardrobe her extremist is not there!"
"...WHAT!?"
He choked on his plums, tragically dying at age 84. But at the funeral, one brave man "wisely" had a seizure during the destruction of ONE FUCKING WORD.
Mister Smith reached enlightenment, eager to meditate, but one barnacle conspired as a tin foil transformed into a triangle of elegance and joy averting everything bad into peace... and love.
Truly beautiful reptilian-faced female dance bars and she has gargantuan curvy, juicy butts, which enraged the priest giving the memorium a shitload.

[Master]

"How does one man read newspapers upsidedown while annihilating hamsters by the dozen?" inquired the Chief Director, sipping plum enhancers all day long."Why does a baby know why scientologists happen to be utter morons, when adults see nothing out of their own disposition?"
Two of his henchmen hit the giant screen resulting in propaganda for a diabolical anglerfish terraforming a highly infertile monstrosity named Ruphaloburblaz. Because science proved absolutely nothing, Jason committed to expressing his paranoia by the word-filled method of hammering ham onto poor children's crotches. Although the futility of their primal resitance had power instead of darkness when fusing most bottles of poison and wine, money was tight and explosions were plentiful.
"Should we puke upon some dark rainbows," said they, "and wreak destruction to the entire flock of flyer-reindeer in order to stop Evil Santa from exploding spontaneously?"
"No," said the Chief Director, "instead, take my elite mother's asshole and refuse the fucking wardrobe her extremist is not there!"
"...WHAT!?"
He choked on his plums, tragically dying at age 84. But at the funeral, one brave man "wisely" had a seizure during the destruction of ONE FUCKING WORD.
Mister Smith reached enlightenment, eager to meditate, but one barnacle conspired as a tin foil transformed into a triangle of elegance and joy averting everything bad into peace... and love.
Truly beautiful reptilian-faced female dance bars and she has gargantuan curvy, juicy butts, which enraged the priest giving the memorium a shitload of praise

[Shrooblord]

"How does one man read newspapers upsidedown while annihilating hamsters by the dozen?" inquired the Chief Director, sipping plum enhancers all day long."Why does a baby know why scientologists happen to be utter morons, when adults see nothing out of their own disposition?"
Two of his henchmen hit the giant screen resulting in propaganda for a diabolical anglerfish terraforming a highly infertile monstrosity named Ruphaloburblaz. Because science proved absolutely nothing, Jason committed to expressing his paranoia by the word-filled method of hammering ham onto poor children's crotches. Although the futility of their primal resitance had power instead of darkness when fusing most bottles of poison and wine, money was tight and explosions were plentiful.
"Should we puke upon some dark rainbows," said they, "and wreak destruction to the entire flock of flyer-reindeer in order to stop Evil Santa from exploding spontaneously?"
"No," said the Chief Director, "instead, take my elite mother's asshole and refuse the fucking wardrobe her extremist is not there!"
"...WHAT!?"
He choked on his plums, tragically dying at age 84. But at the funeral, one brave man "wisely" had a seizure during the destruction of ONE FUCKING WORD.
Mister Smith reached enlightenment, eager to meditate, but one barnacle conspired as a tin foil transformed into a triangle of elegance and joy averting everything bad into peace... and love.
Truly beautiful reptilian-faced female dance bars and she has gargantuan curvy, juicy butts, which enraged the priest giving the memorium a shitload of praise.
"So," said

[Master]

"How does one man read newspapers upsidedown while annihilating hamsters by the dozen?" inquired the Chief Director, sipping plum enhancers all day long."Why does a baby know why scientologists happen to be utter morons, when adults see nothing out of their own disposition?"
Two of his henchmen hit the giant screen resulting in propaganda for a diabolical anglerfish terraforming a highly infertile monstrosity named Ruphaloburblaz. Because science proved absolutely nothing, Jason committed to expressing his paranoia by the word-filled method of hammering ham onto poor children's crotches. Although the futility of their primal resitance had power instead of darkness when fusing most bottles of poison and wine, money was tight and explosions were plentiful.
"Should we puke upon some dark rainbows," said they, "and wreak destruction to the entire flock of flyer-reindeer in order to stop Evil Santa from exploding spontaneously?"
"No," said the Chief Director, "instead, take my elite mother's asshole and refuse the fucking wardrobe her extremist is not there!"
"...WHAT!?"
He choked on his plums, tragically dying at age 84. But at the funeral, one brave man "wisely" had a seizure during the destruction of ONE FUCKING WORD.
Mister Smith reached enlightenment, eager to meditate, but one barnacle conspired as a tin foil transformed into a triangle of elegance and joy averting everything bad into peace... and love.
Truly beautiful reptilian-faced female dance bars and she has gargantuan curvy, juicy butts, which enraged the priest giving the memorium a shitload of praise.
"So," said Jason

[Rayrobi]

"How does one man read newspapers upsidedown while annihilating hamsters by the dozen?" inquired the Chief Director, sipping plum enhancers all day long."Why does a baby know why scientologists happen to be utter morons, when adults see nothing out of their own disposition?"
Two of his henchmen hit the giant screen resulting in propaganda for a diabolical anglerfish terraforming a highly infertile monstrosity named Ruphaloburblaz. Because science proved absolutely nothing, Jason committed to expressing his paranoia by the word-filled method of hammering ham onto poor children's crotches. Although the futility of their primal resitance had power instead of darkness when fusing most bottles of poison and wine, money was tight and explosions were plentiful.
"Should we puke upon some dark rainbows," said they, "and wreak destruction to the entire flock of flyer-reindeer in order to stop Evil Santa from exploding spontaneously?"
"No," said the Chief Director, "instead, take my elite mother's asshole and refuse the fucking wardrobe her extremist is not there!"
"...WHAT!?"
He choked on his plums, tragically dying at age 84. But at the funeral, one brave man "wisely" had a seizure during the destruction of ONE FUCKING WORD.
Mister Smith reached enlightenment, eager to meditate, but one barnacle conspired as a tin foil transformed into a triangle of elegance and joy averting everything bad into peace... and love.
Truly beautiful reptilian-faced female dance bars and she has gargantuan curvy, juicy butts, which enraged the priest giving the memorium a shitload of praise.
"So," said Jason, son of Mr Smith

[Master]

"How does one man read newspapers upsidedown while annihilating hamsters by the dozen?" inquired the Chief Director, sipping plum enhancers all day long."Why does a baby know why scientologists happen to be utter morons, when adults see nothing out of their own disposition?"
Two of his henchmen hit the giant screen resulting in propaganda for a diabolical anglerfish terraforming a highly infertile monstrosity named Ruphaloburblaz. Because science proved absolutely nothing, Jason committed to expressing his paranoia by the word-filled method of hammering ham onto poor children's crotches. Although the futility of their primal resitance had power instead of darkness when fusing most bottles of poison and wine, money was tight and explosions were plentiful.
"Should we puke upon some dark rainbows," said they, "and wreak destruction to the entire flock of flyer-reindeer in order to stop Evil Santa from exploding spontaneously?"
"No," said the Chief Director, "instead, take my elite mother's asshole and refuse the fucking wardrobe her extremist is not there!"
"...WHAT!?"
He choked on his plums, tragically dying at age 84. But at the funeral, one brave man "wisely" had a seizure during the destruction of ONE FUCKING WORD.
Mister Smith reached enlightenment, eager to meditate, but one barnacle conspired as a tin foil transformed into a triangle of elegance and joy averting everything bad into peace... and love.
Truly beautiful reptilian-faced female dance bars and she has gargantuan curvy, juicy butts, which enraged the priest giving the memorium a shitload of praise.
"So," said Jason, son of Mr Smith, "Dispatch

[Shrooblord]

But Jason just choked on his plums and was buried...?

[Louvis]

We digged him out.
We use our shovels to dig out old topics, why can't we do this to dead people aswell?

[Master]

But Jason just choked on his plums and was buried...?

I thought it was the Chief Inspector.

[Shrooblord]

But Jason just choked on his plums and was buried...?

I thought it was the Chief Inspector.

"No," said the Chief Director, "instead, take my elite mother's asshole and refuse the fucking wardrobe her extremist is not there!"
"...WHAT!?"

His speech ended there and then someone else talked, later revealed to be Jason, later revealed to be choking. But let's just move on and not get all logical here.
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"How does one man read newspapers upsidedown while annihilating hamsters by the dozen?" inquired the Chief Director, sipping plum enhancers all day long."Why does a baby know why scientologists happen to be utter morons, when adults see nothing out of their own disposition?"
Two of his henchmen hit the giant screen resulting in propaganda for a diabolical anglerfish terraforming a highly infertile monstrosity named Ruphaloburblaz. Because science proved absolutely nothing, Jason committed to expressing his paranoia by the word-filled method of hammering ham onto poor children's crotches. Although the futility of their primal resitance had power instead of darkness when fusing most bottles of poison and wine, money was tight and explosions were plentiful.
"Should we puke upon some dark rainbows," said they, "and wreak destruction to the entire flock of flyer-reindeer in order to stop Evil Santa from exploding spontaneously?"
"No," said the Chief Director, "instead, take my elite mother's asshole and refuse the fucking wardrobe her extremist is not there!"
"...WHAT!?"
He choked on his plums, tragically dying at age 84. But at the funeral, one brave man "wisely" had a seizure during the destruction of ONE FUCKING WORD.
Mister Smith reached enlightenment, eager to meditate, but one barnacle conspired as a tin foil transformed into a triangle of elegance and joy averting everything bad into peace... and love.
Truly beautiful reptilian-faced female dance bars and she has gargantuan curvy, juicy butts, which enraged the priest giving the memorium a shitload of praise.
"So," said Jason, son of Mr Smith, "dispatch the drones

[Rayrobi]

"How does one man read newspapers upsidedown while annihilating hamsters by the dozen?" inquired the Chief Director, sipping plum enhancers all day long."Why does a baby know why scientologists happen to be utter morons, when adults see nothing out of their own disposition?"
Two of his henchmen hit the giant screen resulting in propaganda for a diabolical anglerfish terraforming a highly infertile monstrosity named Ruphaloburblaz. Because science proved absolutely nothing, Jason committed to expressing his paranoia by the word-filled method of hammering ham onto poor children's crotches. Although the futility of their primal resitance had power instead of darkness when fusing most bottles of poison and wine, money was tight and explosions were plentiful.
"Should we puke upon some dark rainbows," said they, "and wreak destruction to the entire flock of flyer-reindeer in order to stop Evil Santa from exploding spontaneously?"
"No," said the Chief Director, "instead, take my elite mother's asshole and refuse the fucking wardrobe her extremist is not there!"
"...WHAT!?"
He choked on his plums, tragically dying at age 84. But at the funeral, one brave man "wisely" had a seizure during the destruction of ONE FUCKING WORD.
Mister Smith reached enlightenment, eager to meditate, but one barnacle conspired as a tin foil transformed into a triangle of elegance and joy averting everything bad into peace... and love.
Truly beautiful reptilian-faced female dance bars and she has gargantuan curvy, juicy butts, which enraged the priest giving the memorium a shitload of praise.
"So," said Jason, son of Mr Smith, "dispatch the drones to reach