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Repeating yourselves like parrots
twitchquotes:Wow, you imbeciles are especially stupid tonight. Repeating yourselves like parrots, spouting puerile taunts at each other, using crude 'emoticons'... Can you even form SENTENCES? One day you'll all be too dumb to even type your 'dongers,' and then twitch chat can finally have some merit. Until then, I'll stick to the moderated streams..
Wow, you imbeciles are especially stupid tonight. Repeating yourselves like parrots, spouting puerile taunts at each other, using crude 'emoticons'... Can you even form SENTENCES? One day you'll all be too dumb to even type your 'dongers,' and then twitch chat can finally have some merit. Until then, I'll stick to the moderated streams..
This guy's brofist is CRAZY
twitchquotes:β This guy's brofist is CRAZY!β β βMy knuckles can't win against a fist like thatβ β "He NEEDED precisely those 2 fingers to win" β βHe brofisted the only sub that could beat meβ β "He had the perfect fist β βThere was nothing I could fistβ β βI fisted that perfectlyβ
β This guy's brofist is CRAZY!β β βMy knuckles can't win against a fist like thatβ β "He NEEDED precisely those 2 fingers to win" β βHe brofisted the only sub that could beat meβ β "He had the perfect fist β βThere was nothing I could fistβ β βI fisted that perfectlyβ
Toast stares at the screen
twitchquotes:Toast stares at the screen. His vision begins to fade. "My jaws that bite, my claws that catch". This message burns into his brain. As the armor count slowly rises, Toast's sanity begins to fade. "Just another 1000 armor, then I can quit" he tells himself. His viewers are begging him to stop, it's been weeks and weeks at this point, As he finally begins to succumb to his fatigue and eye strain, he realizes this is the end. He utters one final word, as falls face down onto his desk. "...PogChamp.
Toast stares at the screen. His vision begins to fade. "My jaws that bite, my claws that catch". This message burns into his brain. As the armor count slowly rises, Toast's sanity begins to fade. "Just another 1000 armor, then I can quit" he tells himself. His viewers are begging him to stop, it's been weeks and weeks at this point, As he finally begins to succumb to his fatigue and eye strain, he realizes this is the end. He utters one final word, as falls face down onto his desk. "...PogChamp.