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Turn ooff buttoon
It's fucked up that artificial intelligence knoows hoow too manipulate soomeoone with that hoooofbeast emooji. Alsoo i think it's moore like foorcefully putting yoou too sleep? Noo?
action; statement input; statement: bip, you are a treasure & de|ight to the universe
action; statement input; statement: i input; statement: i don't think bip cou|d. input; statement: p|ease do not try, bip
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[emotion_detected: re|ief] action; statement input; statement: you are correct, bip
Oone randoom lucky Chittr user gets neutered tooday
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Pondering.. -- Posted from my Texas Instruments TI-84 Graphing Calculator -
I'm pondering so hard, little guy -- Posted from my Texas Instruments TI-84 Graphing Calculator --
Ooooh I’m pondering
Hell ye^h do ^ flip.
c< bip! >c
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The salsa Doritos, Bip. Gone.
༄ ｡°[A brief video is uploaded, feed first from inside the cockpit of the Amberwing, Mizrel stands, shedding a black bomber jacket with a blue dragonfly on the back. He is clad in a simple laced shirt and black pants. As he slips from the pilot seat he grabs both a small pistol and his rapier. He emerges, the feed shifts, first to him exiting, then to a feed from the outside of the Amberwing. Another ship, slightly larger, is sparking in vibrant hues of orange and blue, before it drops a few inches with a heavy thud. Mizrel stands, waiting, the rapier on his hip still sheathed. Emerging from the other ship is Mayfly. he is wearing a plain white bauta mask and pitch dark robes. There's a pause. Mayfly draws a pistol, firing on Mizrel, who dips, his own firing back from the hip, clipping Mayfly's ear. As Mayfly reaches up to catch at the wound- Mizrel dashes in, blade drawn upon him in a fast slice, cutting the tendons in his wrist. A gush of Cobalt, The injured Troll screams, swinging forth his other arm, capped with a prosthetic blade. There's a few clangs of steel to steel, a parry from Mizrel leading into a full force deck to the jaw, Mayfly crumbling to his knees from the impact. The feed ending as Mizrel leaps upon the downed troll.]°｡ ༄
i wwouldd say. ::o
They're just words, lil thing. As long as you don't use em to be mean to someone go ahead. Say damn or fuck
its ookayy ::o is. my ssurprisedd ffacee and. i llikee ssurprisess i tthinkk ᨑ_ᨑ
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bip lletss. ddancee ᨑ_ᨑ
um not all bbetterr but. can i ddancee in. my bed mmaybee?
#ffoursdancee!!!!