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6 mos ago
Current The outdoors be like: "This mf forgot his Zyrtec, get his ass!"
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7 mos ago
At last, the correct amount of garlic 🧄🧄🧄🧄🧄🧄🧄🧄🧄
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8 mos ago
I have consumed far to much garlic bread. My hubris has doomed me once again.
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8 mos ago
It's either: sleep is for the weak, or sleep FOR a week.
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9 mos ago
Pink Starburst gang, wya?
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"No one can escape the fate given to them.
All that remains is the end, where you will all perish.
Eternal greatness exists only within myself.
Sing a song of sorrow in a world where time has vanished."


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"Well, if you ask me..." He looked down as he sorted through his thoughts. They'd probably only be gone for a day or so at most, and he's got some spare iron scraps in his bag if things really went bad. But berries probably wouldn't last them very long. Then again, they didn't really have many other options. Ting let out a "Hmmmmm... as he wracked his brain for ideas.

Eventually, Ting just decided to let things play out. They weren't going to be in any terrible danger, and if things did get out of hand, they wouldn't be that far from the city anyways. He turned back to Fio. "Yeah... I think we could work with that. Let's go find a shop." Ting's eyes scanned the many shops and vendors lining Cloud Street. "There," he pointed. Just across the street were a pair of Kekleon selling all sorts of foodstuffs. They looked less like farmers and more like merchants, however, wearing traveling gear and having a large covered wagon behind them. They had a large wooden sign in front, detailing their prices and various deals they had going on. It even looked like they were having a special on various berries! Maybe Fio's horoscope wasn't made-up nonsense after all.

Ting reached into his bag, pulling out a small pouch of coins, and pushing it in Fio's direction. "Here, why don't-" His voice stopped as he looked up to see Fio looking over her shoulder before being seemingly relieved of something. "You okay Fio? You scared of getting stepped on or something? Just stick close and we should be fine." He nudged the small pouch closer to Fio once more, as if to reassure her.
Interacting with/Mentioning: @The Irish Tree(Fio)


For context, this song is in complete jibberish, but is made to sound like American English, to prove that Italians would like any English song. It was apparently extremely successful in Italy.

I feel like this is what having a stroke would sound like.
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