Hey there, girl. I couldn't help but notice that you didn't accept my trade request, kitten. And let me tell you, it's got me feeling some type of way. How can I rely on you to pocket me in TF2 if you're not rocking your proper heal slut attire? You know, that gear that makes you unstoppable, that turns you into my guardian angel on the battlefield? Without it, it's like we're going into battle half-prepared, and that's just not how we dominate, is it?

So, let's not let this happen again, alright? Because when we're properly equipped, there's no stopping us. We'll conquer those control points, secure those flags, and reign supreme. But it all starts with you accepting that trade request and donning your battle gear. Deal?

A real bnu.

Our Rizzler, who art in tuah, hallowed be thy name; thy gyatt come; thy will be done; on hawk as it is in tuah. Edge us this day our daily still water. And forgive us for our goons. Ramen

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its so cold in here...

ho ho ho