Ah, Samuel, my main Rizzler, with whom I share a bond forged in the fires of Fanum tax. In the realm of rizz and mog, where yapping flows as freely as the Grimace shake, it is a truth universally acknowledged that I, in my humble gyatt, doth mog him.

With a rizz in my eye and a smirk on my gyatt, I yeet the crown of alpha, for in the dance of broing out, it's the edging and mewing of rivalry that juices our bond. Yet, in yapping and yapping alone, I mog Samuel, knowing full skibidi that in the grimace shake of friendship, it ain't about who cops the dub, but the gyatt vibes in the grind of playful mogging.

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