Two inch on the Man

Is waiting for the touch of his hand

Straightening his schlong out using that hand

Five times every daily

Urge that bothers the Man

Could I do something to make him blast?

Inside my little jar (it's made of glass)

So he edged the

Man, Man

With his in his hand

So it stands

He watches freaky shit

On his can

Way up high in the sky

With his stuff staining white

Ain't it bright

The stuff that blasts from the

Once 'pon a time

He had kids and a wife

Then they fled from his life

And left him idly by

Ain't it sad that

You know exactly the reason why

He has his urgent cry

From his heart's disdain

There's that urge of pain

Don't you hear the yearning call that he makes in vain?

Two inch on the Man

Is waiting for the touch of his hand

Stroking it crazy still without a plan

Yet it's every day that

Cope that powers the Man

Would never sh*wer or take a b*th

Even if sticky I am more than glass

So he edged the

Man, Man

With his in his hand

So it stands

He watches freaky shit

On his can

Way up high in the sky

With his stuff staining white

Ain't it bright

The stuff that blasts from the

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Couldn't get the original to work, so I got the next best thing.

HOW IS THE FUNNI JARONA MAN MY FIRST BOT WITH 1K MESSAGES?!

Added Knight pov scenario

6K MESSAGES?! WHAAAAAAAAAAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Deltarune chapter 5 type shit