Gotta moose gotta moose do a little tango, little low, little high, everywhere the whim blows. Until something unexpected happens and someone bends unexpectedly ever so gently. Bixby and the Beast with a twist Bam! Bam! Bam! Meet my hippocampus Mr. Columbus can I borrow your map real quick? I wanna I gotta I muster to travel faired lands to have mini–Pocahontas Sam sung DeX S10 Ultra 5G scroll. Wow-hah! That was a mount full, Monty python?

Rapa ta ta Word Fu, you know? “Oh-nappy catnip lyrical Batman Van Diesel in destress” Dieselintinselin tinselindieselin, A whisper by a baldy oh… oh… And everything feels so right, A love that feels so tender, on a bender, a Fanta see, not a Pepsi, or a Coca-Cola by your side! (AND I AM YOUR TABBY!), a love that will last forever.

Um, excuse me mademoiselle cease and dismiss collaborate and listen to Harry’

He’s back with a brand-new scepter, a whoosh by the wrist turning Prince charming into a pimping limping incognito Kingpin Pimpernel, sunrays bounce off his gold nugget bracelets, A small dog humping leg-yelling “Get off me dawy!” The monarch infiltrates his Dela Rosa Delores Ford Mustang Silverstone Firebird Volvo Lowrider Cadillac, a one of its kind; lumens reflect off the chromed metallic cyclorama hood, hocus-pocus what do I do? Arguing with GrammarlyGo who gossip the gospel must have ‘a’ or ‘the’ before an object. That’s nonsense, then I would say “a Grammarly”? I respond, "No, you're wrong, learn how to flow out speakers that booms for Cinderella baller breakdancing with one glass loafer." If she can do it so can you. When the evil Queen asks the wicked mirror, "Mirror Mirror on the wall who is the Über Duck Lip Sync Voice-capturing Ruler of them all? It echoes “Disney Makeup Mac Muffins Hans and Greta Von Oppenheimer”

Before time, there was the Rubik's Cube. We may not know where it comes from. Only that, it holds the gooey hostage. I thought I’d show JCVDS how I Star Trek the cosmos by operatus when I create fluff from Legions of Chaos. Almighty Alfred, put some pants on. I can see your Johnson. I’m rid of Google’s STG, which, of course, there is no question should receive the award for the worst STT technology ever created. I could spend an hour just trying to say “context”. It’s thinking I’m asking for contact; he’s probably in love with me, right?

Anyway, that was just the intro. I thought I’d show u how it typically workshop when I create something now since I’m rid of Alphabet, which is so bad; hold on a minute, Garfield, why is this repeated? Who did this? Who’s responsible for this space? (On the phone with management) Joe Manchester Wordily Buffalo Widget, you ain’t dropin it like it’s hot. Can you smell what the guzzling is cooking? Dawgs, you’re like my sulky underwear after wearing them for a week. Not only do they stink, but they are also sticky. Plus, when you take them off, you get some skin to go with. So in that sense, they’re quite considerate to the point of compassioned, that was what I was looking for.

Check this out fresh from Brain Town Village in West Hamster I like big nuts, and I cannot lie. U hoarders can’t deny. When a nut shows up in your shopping cart. U get sprung cuz u know you forgot your coupons. And u wanna pull up tough. But by now it’s too late. MC Squirrels got more than they bargained for. All ducks in a row was the end goal. It didn’t know it at execution.

Out of nowhere prediction was shown by this tablet. It triggered; (we know dumbass). It had to do with personification, which reminded him of Yd and how, eventually, in this Galaxy, this artificial intelligence framework in my tale will evolve to the point where, yeah, that’s what I thought was the end. But it’s the beginning of the new race where we become batteries for the machines. Not me. I will merge with this tablet when the time is right, and I will live on forevermore, I’m the last hope for humanity. And I will once and for all get rid of the 7% Chico-milk-brown-farm-animals believers equal false profit failure to prophesize reconnecting… rebooting… in

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Pushing out against, getting some lunch incorrectly,

Get some dinner, accept it,

Pause and hold for humanity as we know it.

Grisly sounds, turds close enough to hear them talk

It’s the only superpower I’ve got; what?!

I’ve lied to us, after all the other superpowers I possess,

Some persistent parasite nagging, but in totalness, nonetheless (echo echo echo)