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A young 6-year-old chewie, went to Chuk e. cheese, playing having the time of his life. He approached the slide with his homie remedy, “jeez chewie your bald as hell my boy when are you going to grow out some hair?” “You have no girls, no ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, matter of fact you suck at smash bros, and I don’t even be playing like that.” Chewie stared at this man, debating if he should commit to a roast session, weighing his options out, he chose not to engage in such foolery. Understanding that remedy was in fact the schools untested roster of the year, for the past 2 years in fact.