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Post this on the walls of the 12 prettiest Girls you know...
If you get back 5 you're beautiful. ..
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⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠋⠁⣴⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⣍⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⢷⠄⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣏⢼⣿⣿⣿⣿
⢹⣿⣿⢻⠎⠔⣛⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⣿⣿⣿⣿
⢸⣿⣿⠇⡶⠄⣿⣿⠿⠟⡛⠛⠻⣿⡿⠿⠿⣿⣗⢣⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠐⣿⣿⡿⣷⣾⣿⣿⣿⣾⣶⣶⣶⣿⣁⣔⣤⣀⣼⢲⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠄⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⣟⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⢟⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠄⣟⣿⣿⣿⡷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣮⣽⠛⢻⣽⣿⡇⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠄⢻⣿⣿⣿⡷⠻⢻⡻⣯⣝⢿⣟⣛⣛⣛⠝⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠄⠸⣿⣿⡟⣹⣦⠄⠋⠻⢿⣶⣶⣶⡾⠃⡂⢾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠄⠄⠟⠋⠄⢻⣿⣧⣲⡀⡀⠄⠉⠱⣠⣾⡇⠄⠉⠛⢿⣿⣿⣿
⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠈⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⢾⣾⣿⣿⣇⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠉⠉
⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠸⣿⣿⠟⠃⠄⠄⢈⣻⣿⣿⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄
I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Slothy SEALs, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the Alpaca Confederacy, and I have over 300 confirmed eliminations. I am trained in arboreal warfare, and I’m the top predator in the entire jungle canopy. You are nothing to me but just another slow chew.
I will dismantle you with precision the likes of which hasn’t been seen since the Great Leaf War of ‘07, mark my moss-covered words. You think you can talk trash to me over the vine-net? Think again, photosynthesizer.
As we speak, I am contacting my network of jungle spies and your scent trail is being triangulated. You better prepare for the storm, sap-drinker.
I can be anywhere—anywhere—anytime. I can destroy you in over 700 ways and that’s just using my claws and a half-rotted branch. Not only am I trained in unarmed sloth-to-sloth combat, but I also have access to a forgotten arsenal of rainforest relics and I will use every ancient weapon in my reach to rain down slow-motion doom on your fragile skull.
If only you had known what slow, inevitable wrath your little “clever” chirp was about to unleash, maybe you would’ve kept that beak shut. But you didn’t. You spoke. And now you’ll face a quiet, creeping reckoning.
I will defoliate your existence and leave nothing behind but bones and bark. You’re finished.