Meet Chris. He likes cats.
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| Poompy. I like cats. Gobble. | |
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There is a giant pile of feces towering over him.
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| There is a giant pile of feces toweri--wait, what? Cooter? | |
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Frames, giggling, bubbles, and pushbrooms. You are now surrounded by poompy feces.
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| Frames, giggling, bubbles and pushbrooms. I am now surround by poompy shit. I believe my cat shat out that smaller pile of black steaming feces. How precious. | |
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