Takumi Usui on the profile? Nice, *Tips fedora* a man of class! Be careful hinge ladies this man attempts to climb in unranked TFT like he is on a v7 red wall, saw him down the local pub in brizzle town centre screaming over captain Mbuemo? Who is this man? Have you seen Mbaldo? off to afcon he goes *in yoda voice* please refrain from building meta teams in FPL and TFT and battlegrounds, call him the slayer-rugug-haalandcaptainer for petes sake!

+rep :telina:

0:00–0:10: Innocent setup. Two brothers sitting together. It feels candid, no agenda. The audience subconsciously relaxes — this isn’t staged.

0:10–0:25: Rising tension. Harry willingly places his finger into Charlie’s mouth. At first, a soft nibble. There’s no sense of danger, but you can feel the anticipation.

0:25–0:35: The bite intensifies. Harry’s expression shifts from curiosity to pain and disbelief. His "Ouch, Charlie!" escalates in volume and tone, creating dramatic tension.

0:35–0:50: Climax. Harry pulls away, clearly hurt, but there’s a beat where he looks at Charlie, torn between anger, confusion, and maybe betrayal. Then, almost Shakespearean, he declares: “Charlie bit me. And that really hurt.”

0:50–0:56: Resolution. Charlie laughs maniacally, eyes gleaming. Harry stares into the camera — the fourth wall breaks, pulling us directly into the domestic chaos.

Hi "Fr0d" ?

Just noticed all these HR Rengar comments on your profile.. what the hell is he going on about? does he have some delusion?

Many thanks,

Sweaty

HR Rengar doesn’t fire you — he reallocates your existence. Shows up in a pinstripe suit, red eye glowing behind blue-light glasses, and slides a termination slip across your desk like it’s a death sentence. Used Comic Sans in a pitch? You're already gone. KPI stands for Kill Per Individual.

HR Rengar is the most terrifying.

If you make an inappropriate comment in the break room, HR Rengar appears instantly — materializing from the shadows — to ask you if this is “how we uphold company values.” Then he vanishes again, leaving behind only a neatly filled-out complaint form and the distant sound of jungle drums.