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Vroom vroom kiku mchonder walks into the room, こんにちは、車の延長保証についてご連絡いたしました。Mr Wurst gazes at the short Japanese man, “Fünf Katzen für fünf Deutschmarks bei Arby’s” The German man said . The Italiano jumped up and slurped the flying pasta because Ludwigslust (real place in Germany btw) works at Arby’s all of a sudden, and their competitor next door is coincidentally EDO JAPAN. OH MY GOD. IT GETS WILD. So at Edo, Kiku is cooking up a storm, and the author, AC, (Author5AC), is lowk cooking with these random ass chopsticks but she’s WHITER THAN EVERY ONE ELSE. She is CANADIAN. She’s eating. ANYWAY. She’s never been to Arby’s, and genetically she’s German. So like she goes to Tim Hortons, and sees whatever his name is there, and she then rambles on about why Alberta separatism is scary, and then moves on to talking about Saskatchewan.
If you can’t tell, I have ADHD.
So anyway. Germany gets 5 cats for 5 Deutschmarks at Arby’s, and then he flies away, and ends up in ISRAEL. Then Italy follows him, and says “SMACK MY ASS LIKE ITS THE DRUM.” And then they make out and end up in A restaurant with flying pasta
ANYWAY. ACROSS THE STREET IS… omg… it can’t be! BURGERKING AND MCDONALDS RIGHT NEXT TO EACH OTHER?! America’s dream, amirite? So he’s eating pizza that’s LOADED with fucking cheese. And, guess what? Italy takes him to court over it. (NICHE REF.)
Anyway Italy died.
Again😭 (why do I keep killing Italy? I’m gonna tweak 😭😭😭)
The end