THIS. IS.
The most sticky, slick syrup wielding pancake assassin. Basking in the glass-plastered bastion where all the funky cats been. Stocked with peanut butter, Buddha, luck, sixteen strips of leather, bit of string, a book of matches and power to effect the weather. Came to bring you warmth better than a Christmas sweater, also contribute fortitude rivaling what's found in The Nether.
this is how you speak to me?
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