Answer
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Happy
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Appy
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versus
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Flowey...
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Begin!
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Howdy,
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Appy!
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I'm
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Flowey,
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Appy
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I
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would
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show
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you
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around
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here,
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Appy
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But
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this
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irrelevant
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freak
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is
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used
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to
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being
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underground
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and
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crappy
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You're
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clowning
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tryna
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outrap
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me,
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Appy
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Your
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show
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can't
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compare
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to
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the
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fear
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I
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instill
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'Cause
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when
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it
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comes
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to
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a
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track,
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see,
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Appy
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Let
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me
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tell
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you
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right
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here
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that
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it's
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KILL
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OR
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BE
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KILLED!
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You're
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just
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shock
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horror
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for
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some
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worried
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minors
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I'll
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compost
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your
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shitpost
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as
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fertilizer
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You
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ripped
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off
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The
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Cove,
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yet
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you
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can't
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hold
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a
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candle
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Your
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white
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van's
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less
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Answer
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scary
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than
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Damn
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Daniel
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You're
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so
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obscure,
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this
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Lost
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Soul's
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plot
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just
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drones
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on
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The
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most
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lame
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no
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name
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John
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Doe
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fraud
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from
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Roblox
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Your
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roots
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are
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embedded
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in
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your
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meaningless
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gore
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It
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seems
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that
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this
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apple's
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rotten
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to
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the
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CORE!
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Oh
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no!
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It
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looks
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like
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Flowey's
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having
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trouble
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with
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his
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verse
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What
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do
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we
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need
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to
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fix
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this
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track?
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That's
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right,
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a
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Happy
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Rappy
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verse!
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So
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now
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a
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real
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monster
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spits
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This
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one
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is
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not
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for
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kids
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This
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apple
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drops
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disses
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like
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Newton,
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or
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humans
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who
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foolishly
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drop
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from
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cliffs
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Say
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I'm
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Answer
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copying?
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That's
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low
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hanging
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fruit
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Your
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dev
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took
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from
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Earthbound
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and
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crammed
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it
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deep
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in
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your
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roots
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Took
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combat
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from
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Touhou
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but
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couldn't
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do
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it
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well
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I'd
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rather
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die
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and
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rot
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inside
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the
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devil's
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realm
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than
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in
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your
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bullet
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hell
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Here's
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another
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one
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of
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my
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accurate
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predictions!
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Big
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Apple
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drops
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bombs
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like
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I'm
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crashing
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a
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building!
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With
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the
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van
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I'm
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equipped
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with,
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kids
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cower
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'fore
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I
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kill
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'em
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You
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spit
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friendliness
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pellets,
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twice
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the
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pacifist
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Frisk
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is!
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I
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won't
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need
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to
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be
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the
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one
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to
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pick
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you
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off
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When
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your
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dad's
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playing
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"She
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Answer
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Loves
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Me,
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She
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Loves
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Me
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Not"
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And
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since
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you
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wanna
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remain
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a
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sorrowful
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bloomer
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Well,
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I
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Nick'd
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goat
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mama
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and
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made
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some
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new
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Juniors
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I'll
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take
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this
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flower
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and
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slash
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him
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and
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split
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him
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Apart
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like
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the
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RUINS
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his
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bloodline
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was
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hit
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with
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Past
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your
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peak,
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what
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a
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tragedy
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The
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flower
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is
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wiltin'
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But
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that's
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natural,
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children
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Won't
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take
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Forenziks
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to
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tell,
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you
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made
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no
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impact
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on
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your
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genre
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I
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don't
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even
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think
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Papyrus
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would
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enjoy
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your
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pasta!
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All
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the
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preschoolers
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would
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skip
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through
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the
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class
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Of
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the
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Annoying
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Orange
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with
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a
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stick
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Answer
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up
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his
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ass!
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I
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know
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hip
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hop,
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hell,
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flow's
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in
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my
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name
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I'm
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Photoshop!
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You're
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more
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MS
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Paint...
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This
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is
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it,
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you
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IDIOT!
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You're
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meaningless,
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and
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your
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show's
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done!
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You'll
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remain
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the
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biggest
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troll
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to
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ever
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grace
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Toby's
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work
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since
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Homestuck!
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You
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freaked
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out
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when
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Frisk
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spared
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your
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life,
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how
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could
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you
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possibly
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hurt
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Happy?
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Then
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they
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turned
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crazy,
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you
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begged
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to
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survive!
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Even
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for
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a
|
flower,
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you
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sure
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are
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sappy...
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Fun
|
fact,
|
kids!
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Apple
|
seeds
|
contain
|
traces
|
of
|
cyanide!
|
So
|
how
|
about
|
you
|
suck
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my
|
seeds
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and
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kill
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yourself
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a
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final
|
time
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