[Copypasta] Trumpet Skeleton of the Abyss

twitchquotes: πŸŽΊπŸŽΊπŸŽΊπŸŽΊπŸŽΊπŸŽΊπŸŽΊπŸ’€πŸ’€πŸ’€πŸ’€πŸ’€ IF YOU SEE THIS MESSAGE WHILE SCROLLING you have been visited by trumpet skeleton of the abyss. good bones and calcium will come to you but only if you reply "thank mr skeltal" to this message and pasta it to 3 times!! πŸ’€πŸ’€πŸŽΊπŸŽΊπŸŽΊπŸŽΊπŸŽΊπŸŽΊπŸŽΊπŸ’€πŸ’€πŸ’€πŸ’€πŸ’€πŸ’€πŸ’€
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