Chyeahhh defines himself by events that never occur
in an attempt to leverage his turn as an valued member of worth.
But mostly, we feel bad for this poseur whose head is steeled
in enough tin foil to wrap up leftovers for the Metts family's next seven meals.
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I'm just swinging swords strictly based on keyboards, unbalanced like elephants and ants on seesaws.
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