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Ayy, ho un nuovo ballo per tutti voi chiamato Soulja Boy
Devi solo dare un pugno e poi girare indietro tre volte da sinistra a destra
Soulja Boy via in questa troia
Guardami mentre lo faccio girare, guardami rotolare
Guardami mentre faccio girare quel Soulja Boy
Poi Superman quella zappa
Ora guardami (fai girare quel Soulja Boy)
Ora guardami (fai girare quel Soulja Boy)
Ora guardami (fai girare quel Soulja Boy)
Ora guardami (fai girare quel Soulja Boy)
Ora guarda
Soulja Boy via in questa troia
Guardami mentre lo faccio girare, guardami rotolare
Guardami mentre faccio girare quel Soulja Boy
Poi Superman quella zappa
Ora guardami (fai girare quel Soulja Boy)
Ora guardami (fai girare quel Soulja Boy)
Soulja, ragazzo, in questa troia
Guardami inclinarmi e guardami oscillare
Superman quella zappa
Allora guardami mentre faccio girare quel Robocop
Super fresco, ora guardami mentre faccio jogging
Prendendo in giro quegli odiatori, amico
I'm writing with a trembling heart. Your addiction to Counter Strike and League of Legends is a raging storm, tearing apart the fabric of your life. You're losing yourself in a digital fantasy, blind to the havoc it's wreaking.
Your job is in jeopardy, your health is in shambles, and your savings are vanishing into thin air. But most agonizing is the growing chasm between us. Your laughter, your dreams, your presence - all fading away.
I'm watching helplessly as this addiction devours the son I cherish. It's a nightmare, seeing you so lost, so unreachable.
I'm begging you, with every fiber of my being, wake up from this destructive trance. We must tackle this demon together, before it's too late. Your future, our family, the very essence of your spirit - everything is on the line.
I love you too much to lose you like this.
Desperately,
Dad
I have taken note of your belief in your superior skills in the game of Counter-Strike. However, after observing your gameplay, I must regretfully inform you that your abilities are not as impressive as you may think. In fact, your performance in the game can be described as mediocre at best.
Furthermore, your communication skills require improvement. Your tendency to belittle and insult your teammates only serves to further erode team morale and cohesion, which leads to more devastating losses. Your recent deletion of the save game in our Elden Ring playthrough also demonstrates a lack of consideration for the team's efforts and has set us back considerably.
It is important to acknowledge these shortcomings in order to improve. I would suggest spending more time practicing and honing your skills, as well as improving your communication with teammates. Your success in the game is not predetermined, and with dedication and effort, you can improve significantly.