SPRITE CAN LOOKED AT THE TRIANGLE KEYBOARD IN HIS HANDS AND FELT FLIPED. HE WALKED OVER TO THE WINDOW AND REFLECTED ON HIS HELLISH SURROUNDINGS. HE HAD ALWAYS LOVED HORRIBLE MSMG WITH ITS WASTEFUL, WATERY WILD DOGES. IT WAS A PLACE THAT ENCOURAGED HIS TENDENCY TO FEEL FLIPED. THEN HE SAW SOMETHING IN THE DISTANCE, OR RATHER SOMEONE. IT WAS THE FIGURE OF DANISH HOGAN. DANISH WAS A SHITHEADED PENCIL WITH CONTROVERSIAL DICKS AND UGLI BREASTS. SPRITE GULPED. HE GLANCED AT HIS OWN REFLECTION. HE WAS A KID LIKING, DOWN BAD, BLOOD DRINKER WITH FAT ASS DICKS AND SKINNY BREASTS. HIS FRIENDS SAW HIM AS A SWEET, STRAIGHT SPIRE. ONCE, HE HAD EVEN JUMPED INTO A RIVER AND SAVED AN IMPOSSIBLE NEW USER. BUT NOT EVEN A KID LIKING PERSON WHO HAD ONCE JUMPED INTO A RIVER AND SAVED AN IMPOSSIBLE NEW USER, WAS PREPARED FOR WHAT DANISH HAD IN STORE TODAY. THE GLOOMY TEASED LIKE BANNING WITCH, MAKING SPRITE MAD. AS SPRITE STEPPED OUTSIDE AND DANISH CAME CLOSER, HE COULD SEE THE QUARRELSOME SMILE ON HIS FACE. "I AM HERE BECAUSE I WANT 69," DANISH BELLOWED, IN AN OPTIMISTIC TONE. HE SLAMMED HIS FIST AGAINST SPRITE'S CHEST, WITH THE FORCE OF 6964 ALT ACCOUNT. "I FRIGGING HATE YOU, SPRITE CAN." SPRITE LOOKED BACK, EVEN MORE MAD AND STILL FINGERING THE TRIANGLE KEYBOARD. "DANISH, RATIO," HE REPLIED. THEY LOOKED AT EACH OTHER WITH HORNY FEELINGS, LIKE TWO DECOMPOSING, DEFIANT DELUSSY /J MEMING AT A VERY STOOPID GIF SUNDAY, WHICH HAD 1984 MUSIC MUSIC PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND AND TWO NO WITCHES UNCLES BULLYING TO THE BEAT. SUDDENLY, DANISH LUNGED FORWARD AND TRIED TO PUNCH SPRITE IN THE FACE. QUICKLY, SPRITE GRABBED THE TRIANGLE KEYBOARD AND BROUGHT IT DOWN ON DANISH'S SKULL. DANISH'S CONTROVERSIAL DICKS TREMBLED AND HIS UGLI BREASTS WOBBLED. HE LOOKED E, HIS BODY RAW LIKE A KNOBBY, KINDLY KNIFE. THEN HE LET OUT AN AGONISING GROAN AND COLLAPSED ONTO THE GROUND. MOMENTS LATER DANISH HOGAN WAS DEAD. SPRITE CAN WENT BACK INSIDE AND MADE HIMSELF A NICE DRINK OF BLOOD.
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