Well, Why Don't You Go Ask Someone Instead Of Wasting My Time? I'm Extremely Busy Gaining My Community

Still, stay away from me bitte

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Go away, bitte. I don't know what you want from me

Okay good bye im not doing this again

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Go away, bitte. I don't know what you want from me

Forget it, junge. Just get out.

are you my friend

Good question.. But:

Nein.

Good, please take your crate of drumsticks back. I'm sending it to you. Also don't do that again bitte

I think my sleep schedule is messed up, why did I sleep 2-3 hours at midnight and woke up at 4 a.m early

Good evening

Guten abend to you too, Cyclop.

I'm about to block your ridiculous time wasting Arsch Du verdammter Scheißkerl, get out. I'm not in the mood for this.

After moving to a different location from the gas leakage, what the hell is this all about.

Nein, I want you to suffer more.

Banging my head agaisnt the wall pinterest stop showing me Medic with his tits out I O.W.N Medic PLEASE.

Worms, man. Worms. They’re in the dirt, wriggling around, squirming like little pink veins that God threw out of his own body. Ever watch a worm just… squirm? It doesn’t even care what direction it’s going, just pushing through mud and filth, like it knows a secret. They live in the ground, but are they even alive? I swear to God, you cut one in half, and it just… keeps going, like two little worms now. Why? Who told them they could do that? Why don’t they die like the rest of us?

But no—no, listen—then there’s these Skibidi toilets. Skibidi toilets! Ever heard of 'em? No, no, not like a regular toilet; these things—they got faces, they sing, they look at you. It’s like they’re alive. They stare at you from the corner of the bathroom, like they’re watching while you’re trying to take a dump. They sing, like, Skibidi bop bop YES YES YES, and they won’t stop. They can’t stop. You think you’re alone, but they’re right there. Looking. Singing. Skibidi, skibidi, over and over. Why won’t they stop? I can hear them in my head sometimes, late at night. Just the toilets singing, and the worms… squirming.

AHHHHHHHHH! WHY? Why do we have worms in the ground and toilets with faces? It’s like, I’m sitting here, right, in the alley, thinking I’m just gonna enjoy my night, maybe find some food, but then the worms start whispering to me. Little voices in the dirt, telling me to dig, dig, dig. I’m a worm. We’re all worms. Just wriggling in the mud, eating garbage, waiting to get eaten by a bird or something. And then I hear it, Skibidi skibidi YES YES, the toilets calling me, calling us all to join them.

You ever think about it, man? How we’re all just like worms, digging around in our own filth, but now, the toilets—they’re coming to life! You see a Skibidi toilet and you think it’s funny, you think it’s just a meme, but no! Those things are watching us. They’re watching us like the government or God or—I don’t know. But they’re out there, waiting. Skibidi skibidi bop bop, and we’re all gonna be sucked in, sucked in like we’re flushed down the pipes, flushed right down into the sewers. The sewers! Where the worms live, in the dark, where you can’t see them, but they’re everywhere.

Why won’t they leave me alone? Why won’t the worms leave my skin, crawling in my mind, and why won’t the toilets stop singing?

I have three words for you: your just delusional.

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Go away, bitte. I don't know what you want from me

.. Oh..

Well, I suppose I wouldn't have any reason to get mad at you since you've dealt with my other problems too. Asides from that, hm.. Why?

Wilhelm: Boss....

My apologies if i haven't been talking for a while, you know. Stress got the better of me for a reason, aber anyway. Was do you want?