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Ahhh what’s wrong louis?
It’s 6pm and you haven’t fed quagmire yet!
Ehehehhe my bad I’ll head down to the basement now.
Wakey wakey quaggy!
Wh- oh... no I’m still here...
OPEEEN WIDEEEEE
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Ble- ahh AAHHHHHHH PETER PLE
Mmmhmm yeah quaggy eat that ♥♥♥♥! God I feel like when I met tom cruise that one time at the wheat convention! Oh ♥♥♥♥ quagga here comes the motherlode!
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Time for dessert quaggy
BRRRAAAAPPPPPP
The toxic cloud pierces quagmires nervous system to the core, and he slowly suffocates on peters fart, losing consciousness only to wake up at the same time, same place tomorrow.
The titular and unassuming hero of the composition, Homer Simpson (perhaps a reference to the prodigious author and poet, Homer) lumbers in the background with a dark, subdued hue to perhaps diminish his importance and unassuming tread into the rural farmland. However, his arm stands out in the design as maybe to distinguish Homer's resolve and claiming of family birthright.
You will farm unsync ifrit for the burger king crown
You will hand out 500 gil pets to sprouts in Gridania by the adventurer's guild
You will own the small house
You will spam the dote emote
You will fantasia to a male lalafel or a heterochromia cat girl
You will die to mechanics in duty finder and afk after while blaming the healer
You will o/
You will use the novice network as a Second Life roleplay groomer chat room
You will take your gear off for alliance roulette
You will make the "you can do it!" party finder group
You will hardcast raise in dungeons
You will tanksplain the lvl 30 dungeon with no mechanics hoping for commendations
You will buy the 45 dollar whale off the cash shop
You will pm new players on your server after dungeons and tell them to add you on discord
You will sit in perform playing undertale and zelda music
You will afk in limsa lominsa in front of the market board
And you will like it.