Nigga i have the fart.

I took belle delphine bath water.

I extracted the dna sample.

I dumped the water into flint water supply.

Then i synthesized the dna into the rest of the thot pool.

I was then able to clone pokimane dna.

I added sulfuric fumes and microbial cultures.

I contained the fumes inside the bottle.

Then i took it into the desert.

My mate was standing 50 miles away unobstructed.

We took our walkie talkies out

I instructed him to hold it up to his ear.

I cautiously turned the lid whilst the button was held down

I asked my mate-

“Are you ready fam?”

He exclaimed. “YES LAD”

I twisted the cap off harder than donnie yen

The fart rippled into the soundwave continuum

The sensors in the walkie talkie blasted from overload

Accordingly my mates ears have transmitted the sounds of the thottery fumes

He yeeted into the talkie so hard that he broke it from my end.

I galloped towards his location.

I arrived to a pile of laser rifle ash

“Microfusion” i muttered

I cursed the local snapchat fiends in my area and went on my merry way

And that is how the thot pool created the wasteland that you see today


Thee endeing