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I sexually identify as your mum. Ever since I was a boy I dreamed of getting banged super hard so that i moan loud as fuck, so loud in fact that I wake up my whole city. People say to me that a guy who makes terrible jokes becoming the joke itself is impossible and that I’m fucking retarded, but I don’t care, I’m your mum. I’m having a plastic surgeon install big fat boobs and hot kissable lips on my body. From now on I want you guys to call me “mom” and respect my right to be fucked by your future step dad needlessly. If you can’t accept me you’re a yourphobe and need to check your mom privilege.
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I sexually identify as
I sexually identify as your mum. Ever since I was a boy I dreamed of getting banged super hard so that i moan loud as fuck, so loud in fact that I wake up my whole city. People say to me that a guy who makes terrible jokes becoming the joke itself is impossible and that I’m fucking retarded, but I don’t care, I’m your mum. I’m having a plastic surgeon install big fat boobs and hot kissable lips on my body. From now on I want you guys to call me “mom” and respect my right to be fucked by your future step dad needlessly. If you can’t accept me you’re a yourphobe and need to check your mom privilege.
One day, I wanted to go to work and
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One day, I wanted to go to work and
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kidaro lox
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kidaro lox
殺す
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殺す
It's a beautiful day outside. Birds are singing. Flowers are blooming. On days like these, kids like you...
SHOULD REALIZE GENOCIDE ISN'T THE ONLY ROUTE IN THE GAME! I MEAN YOU CAN RACE SNAILS, YOU CAN DANCE WITH THE ROBOT, YOU CAN EAT WITH ME AT GRILLBY'S! I'LL LET YOU DATE MY FRICKIN' BROTHER FOR GOD'S SAKE, BUT NO! LET'S NOT DO ANY OF THAT JUST SO WE CAN HEAR THE FUNNY BINE MAN GO "dadadada, da da da, dadada"!
I'M TIRED OF YOUR SH*T. I'M TIRED OF IT. YOU THINK I WANNA BE THE FUNNY BONE MAN? NO! I'D RATHER BE CHUGGIN' A BOTTLE OF KETCHUP AT GRILLBY'S! BUT THEN YOU GOTTA START SH*T AND I GOTTA INTERVENE!
JESUS CHRIST!
I'M TAKIN A BREAK, I'M GONNA BE AT GRILLBY'S. SEE YA.
Submitted by:Porcupine2009
Sans ranting to the player for only doing genocide runs in UNDERTALE.
It's a beautiful day outside. Birds are singing. Flowers are blooming. On days like these, kids like you...
SHOULD REALIZE GENOCIDE ISN'T THE ONLY ROUTE IN THE GAME! I MEAN YOU CAN RACE SNAILS, YOU CAN DANCE WITH THE ROBOT, YOU CAN EAT WITH ME AT GRILLBY'S! I'LL LET YOU DATE MY FRICKIN' BROTHER FOR GOD'S SAKE, BUT NO! LET'S NOT DO ANY OF THAT JUST SO WE CAN HEAR THE FUNNY BINE MAN GO "dadadada, da da da, dadada"!
I'M TIRED OF YOUR SH*T. I'M TIRED OF IT. YOU THINK I WANNA BE THE FUNNY BONE MAN? NO! I'D RATHER BE CHUGGIN' A BOTTLE OF KETCHUP AT GRILLBY'S! BUT THEN YOU GOTTA START SH*T AND I GOTTA INTERVENE!
JESUS CHRIST!
I'M TAKIN A BREAK, I'M GONNA BE AT GRILLBY'S. SEE YA.
DAWSDS
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DAWSDS
IF YOU SCREAM I SHOVED A FISH UP MY ASS AND SHIT INSIDE OF YOUR GRANDMA'S PACE MAKER AT 3AM A SHADOWY FIGURE NAMED MOM WILL BEAT YOUR ASS
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shidded in a pace maker
IF YOU SCREAM I SHOVED A FISH UP MY ASS AND SHIT INSIDE OF YOUR GRANDMA'S PACE MAKER AT 3AM A SHADOWY FIGURE NAMED MOM WILL BEAT YOUR ASS
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Alex f 11/19/23 2023.
Submitted by:Alex1211
Alex f 11/19/23 2023.
It’s called Cool Girl Swag, and no, it’s not for sale. Swag like this takes a lifetime to develop and requires a very rare combination of allials and conditional epigenetic triggers. My swag is epic and makes my haters violently ill, but that’s okay. It’s just my cool girl swag.
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Cool Girl Swag
It’s called Cool Girl Swag, and no, it’s not for sale. Swag like this takes a lifetime to develop and requires a very rare combination of allials and conditional epigenetic triggers. My swag is epic and makes my haters violently ill, but that’s okay. It’s just my cool girl swag.
Kill yourself. You serve absolutely no purpose in this world and all you do is take up space and waste oxygen and resources. You know I’m Garfield, but instead you torment me and bully me. You’ve made my life a living hell for 11 months and even while knowing this, you inflict your tyranny and make me feel like an ignorant and inferior life form. Go fuck your fake loving Garfield off.
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you KNOW im Garfield
Kill yourself. You serve absolutely no purpose in this world and all you do is take up space and waste oxygen and resources. You know I’m Garfield, but instead you torment me and bully me. You’ve made my life a living hell for 11 months and even while knowing this, you inflict your tyranny and make me feel like an ignorant and inferior life form. Go fuck your fake loving Garfield off.
Connection terminated.
I'm sorry to interrupt you Elizabeth, if you still even remember that name. But I'm afraid you've been misinformed. You are not here to receive a gift, nor have you been called here by the individual you assume. Although you have indeed been called.
You have all been called here. Into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit, a maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust for blood has driven you in endless circles, chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach.
But you will never find them, none of you will. This is where your story ends.
And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you. Although there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. I am remaining as well, I am nearby.
This place will not be remembered, and the memory of everything that started this can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should. And to you monsters trapped in the corridors: Be still and give up your spirits, they don't belong to you.
For most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps more waiting for you after the smoke clears. Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep the devil waiting, old friend.
My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up into their arms the way you lifted others into yours. And then, what became of you.
Submitted by:anonymous
Connection terminated.
I'm sorry to interrupt you Elizabeth, if you still even remember that name. But I'm afraid you've been misinformed. You are not here to receive a gift, nor have you been called here by the individual you assume. Although you have indeed been called.
You have all been called here. Into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit, a maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust for blood has driven you in endless circles, chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach.
But you will never find them, none of you will. This is where your story ends.
And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you. Although there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. I am remaining as well, I am nearby.
This place will not be remembered, and the memory of everything that started this can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should. And to you monsters trapped in the corridors: Be still and give up your spirits, they don't belong to you.
For most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps more waiting for you after the smoke clears. Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep the devil waiting, old friend.
My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up into their arms the way you lifted others into yours. And then, what became of you.