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I would never actually eat one, because there’s only like six of the f*ckin’ things left, but ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ if they don’t look tasty.
They just sit there and eat bamboo all day, so they’re essentially grass-fed with very little exercise. It’s f*cking bear veal and we all know it.
Imagine just vast herds of these lazy, adorable, and delicious motherf*ckers out in the countryside, just waiting to be made into a mouth-watering meal just for you. Panda tacos? Panda slices on your f*cking Hand-Made Pan from Domino’s? Panda jerky? The sky is the limit.
Again, I don’t want to eat one of our few remaining Pandas, I wanna make a f*cking ton of them and just eat some.
I look forward to my death threats, thank you for your time
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