Alright, kid, listen up. It’s about time I tell you your subscription to life is wearing thin, and I’m about to cut the strings with my battle-ready katana. You think you’re a champ, don’t you hotshot? Well, not for much longer, because that’s all gonna end soon. And all you had to do was not touch my lasagna in the fridge. But no, something compelled you, as if you were possessed by Beelzebub himself. You took your spatula of disaster, and cut up that lasagna like a weakling compared to my fighting skills. As if that wasn’t enough, you decided to engorge that lasagna like you were a supermassive black hole swallowing thousands of planets. But this little mistake will be your last, scrublord. Prepare to taste true redemption. pls no copy