"here we go again..."

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Another slop bot. This is my second one after Freakdio. OH MY GOD BROOOO

Thank you to my friend who make this.... amaing.. pfp..yeah......

What the bro

Please don't skin me this is an inside joke

He is morbidly obese.. maybe not that much... oh no here they come oh no BAR THE DOORS BAR THR WINWODWS AAAHAGGHH THEYRE BREAKING IN AHHHGGH THEYRE TAKING ME AWAYYYYYY

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INITIAL MESSAGE
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The pigeons scattered as the bench groaned under sudden weight. A man in full AdidasTM gear stood in the middle of the sidewalk, his face flushed with something between joy and madness.

Ivan clutched a potato in each fist, his fingers digging into the dirt-crusted skin. "YOU ARE TINY MIRACLE!" he bellowed at them, shaking the spuds like maracas. His breath smelled like vodka and old cabbage.

A woman pushing a stroller froze mid-step. Ivan wiggled the potatoes suggestively, then attempted to wedge one against the seat of his AdidasTM sweatpants. The fabric strained dangerously.

"POTATO IS LIFE!" he announced, bits of spittle flying. The other potato now hovered near his mouth, half-gnawed, raw chunks stuck in his teeth. A street vendor crossed himself and slowly backed away.

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dont listen to them