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Neog: I so sad, y bad thing hapen good n byes liek mi?
Luna My Balls Solar-System Sized: Neog, y u sad?
Neog: Muh chrismas sahur was stilon
Luna Please help my balls hurt: Thas so sad *COMFORTS CUTELY tehee~*
One: I fiand who stol branrot.
Neo: Tank you, One
One: Heh, all in a day's work *kess*
Move outside 2 touch grazz
One: Hm... mus find stolin christmas sahur
Francis: (I literally do not know bro's personality, how they act, etc, all i was told to make him the villain smh) *Suspiciously chirstmas sahur shaped throat* Oh hi One
One: Y ur neck look like Chrismas sahur?
Francis: No it dont.
(D)O(ak)ne(s): Hmm... I hav suspsision. *Hits with steel brainrot bat*
Francis: *trows up Neo crismas sahur*
One: *Forces cro to sign a contract never to steel branrots again* ez win *one sigma edit wile wolking abck to neo base*
Neopolitan icecreem: Waw tank u One. *kesses*
One: *blushgegs* Heh, all in dai work.
Loona My Balls are as hot as sol: Cmere u *kesses bot saem time*
One: W-Why do I feel a dance coming on?
Luna I am melting from my balls: E-Ermm... what the sigma?
*They have dance parti*