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[peter ant]

ant

Droid responds:

aunt

[Pengu Saves Christmas!]

merry crimbo

[MESSSSSSY crismas doodles]

Beautiful

P-PAMda responds:

you

[knux the echidna]

Here I come rougher than the rest of them
The best of them tougher than leather
You can call me Knuckles unlike Sonic I don't chuckle
I'd rather flex my muscles
I'm hard as nail it ain't hard to tell
I break'em down whether they solid or frail
Unlike the rest I'm independent since my first breath first test
Feel the right then the worst's left

brocc-0 responds:

Born on an island in the heavens
The blood of my ancestors flows inside me
My duty is to save the flower from evil deterioration

[KNOCK-OUT]

Momma said knock you out

Bacun responds:

True!

[William Rumble Reveal]

I could shove him into a fucking locker

[smoke]

smoking's bad, m'kay?

Keun-E responds:

aight

[Crown doggo]

where my dogs at?

[The Winter Episode]

WAHOO!

[Lampian]

A moth goes into a podiatrist’s office, and the podiatrist says, “What seems to be the problem, moth?”

The moth says “What’s the problem? Where do I begin, man? I go to work for Gregory Illinivich, and all day long I work. Honestly doc, I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore. I don’t even know if Gregory Illinivich knows. He only knows that he has power over me, and that seems to bring him happiness. But I don’t know, I wake up in a malaise, and I walk here and there… at night I…I sometimes wake up and I turn to some old lady in my bed that’s on my arm. A lady that I once loved, doc. I don’t know where to turn to. My youngest, Alexendria, she fell in the…in the cold of last year. The cold took her down, as it did many of us. And my other boy, and this is the hardest pill to swallow, doc. My other boy, Gregarro Ivinalititavitch… I no longer love him. As much as it pains me to say, when I look in his eyes, all I see is the same cowardice that I… that I catch when I take a glimpse of my own face in the mirror. If only I wasn’t such a coward, then perhaps…perhaps I could bring myself to reach over to that cocked and loaded gun that lays on the bedside behind me and end this hellish facade once and for all…Doc, sometimes I feel like a spider, even though I’m a moth, just barely hanging on to my web with an everlasting fire underneath me. I’m not feeling good. And so the doctor says, “Moth, man, you’re troubled. But you should be seeing a psychiatrist. Why on earth did you come here?”

And the moth says, “Cause the light was on.”