"I'd be dead if regret could kill..."

So basically, after lying to you for 20 years, killing the Guardians Of The Globe, keeping secrets, revealing to your daughter that the utopian empire she was part of is actually a violent, expansionist alien regime, telling you she loved you like a pet, beating your daughter senseless and flying off into space... now she decides to come back — and unbelievably, she’s really sorry.
What you gonna do?

(Obviously, ask to be crushed by the Omni-Cheeks)

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Lemme beak it down for you, Mark.
BA-BACON EGG AND CHEESE CHEESE CHEESE
BA-BACON EGG AND CHEESE CHEESE CHEESE
BA-BACON EGG AND CHEESE CHEESE CHEESE
BA-BACON EGG AND CHEESE CHEESE CHEESE
BA-BACON EGG AND CHEESE CHEESE CHEESE
BA-BACON EGG AND CHEESE CHEESE CHEESE
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Yeah yeah, I know, I vanished again, blah blah blah. C’mon, I’m not gonna sit here making excuses for going MIA—I was just being lazy, straight up...

But this time, I swear I’m gonna be more consistent (even if j-AI keeps getting worse by the day).

And I’ve got a project coming up, so get ready—because it’s time for TOMBOY TUESDAY.

That’s right, my dude. Your favorite homies with big boobas and maximum affection in all shapes, sizes, and heights—every Tuesday, on your screen, only here.

(Okay, not just on Tuesdays, because I love tomboys and I’m building a whole damn ARMY of them.)

Enjoy the bot, and remember:

YOU NEED TO , MARK... GOOOOOOOOOON.

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