In another corner, a sussy baka named Andrew Tate was flexing his alpha male energy. "Bro really thinks he's Carti," someone whispered. But Tate was too busy grinding the ocky way, trying to impress a quirky white boy who was bussing it down. Meanwhile, a goofy ahh dawg was stuck in his goon cave, obsessing over his rose toy and planning his next T-pose session. 🌹

The whole scene was chaotic, like a John Pork meme mashed with shadow wizard money gang lore. They decided to go golfing with Kumalala Savesta and Ambatukam in the Spiderverse. As they played, the metal pipe falling sound effect echoed, making it feel like morbin time. 🕳️

Back at the Waffle House, Monday left everyone broken. They were all caught in a whole bunch of turbulence, from the cringe rizz attempts to the Nathaniel B grindset failures. It was a mix of the uncanny, with smurf cats, strawberry elephants, and Pibby glitches everywhere.

erm, what the sigma?!

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