i lost the original post that this one comes from but god. this is some of the best text ever typed
Hi all. Roberd Dobberson, interim director of the Emporium here. As you may know, I'm running the show until Brick gets back from his mountaintop sabbatical. He’s communing with the Pikaman to try and… well, I kinda forgot what he told me he was gonna do there. Sounded important though.
Anyway, seems like you crabs got a good thing going here. But Brick was probably hella distracted these last couple weeks. Dreaming up his big Reactions plan. So there might be some stuff he missed. Spots to tighten up and improve efficiency.
But I’m happy to clean up for Brick. Great guy. He taught me everything I know. And I know a lot of things.
Anyway, most importantly, nothing’s gonna change around here for the customers. The same merch they’ve always known and loved. Selling like hotcakes. Or something that's even better than hotcakes. Hot dogs?
Best, Roberd
What’s this lame ass shit brug I’m trying to get my pizza on I’m trying to order a large pizza extra large pizza with extra cheese yknow baby you know how hard it is to want a pizza you can’t have it’s fucking tragic I’m in ruins I can’t afford shiddy hamaburgoo let alone fucking uh a nice hot n ready oie I’m not tryna buy no merch on a website where the staff will ban you for pointing out you like Harry Potter or posting images of sand dunes check out my fucking change.org to get me a pissa;
If I post abt the music I'm listening to and even 1 single person listens and enjoys it that's a win to me. I love music so much oh God what is that
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this is DJ kill yourself here to remind you that nobody will ever truly love you and this next song is going to remind you of that so stomp your feet and take a lot of drugs because if you don’t OD then you’ll have to live with the pain of reality everybody jump and clap your hands because this next one’s bass is so heavy you’re gonna shit yo pants [plays Thunder by imagine dragons]
IMAGINE DRAGONS???
Whoa, nya~, nya~
Whoa, nya~, nya~
Whoa, nya~, nya~
Whoa
ape'm waking up to poop and fart
ape wipe da ape’s brow and ape sweat da ape’s rust
ape'm breathing in the chemicals
ape'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
Whoa
ape'm waking up, ape sell some old cellphones
Enough to make da ape’s systems blow
Welcome to the green mage, to the green mage
Welcome to the green mage, to the green mage
Whoa, nya~, nya~, nya~, nya~, whoa, nya~, nya~, nya~, ape'm mayo is a snack, kid, mayo is a snack, kid
Whoa, nya~, nya~, nya~, nya~, whoa, nya~, nya~, nya~, ape'm mayo is a snack, kid, mayo is a snack, kid
ape raise da ape’s flags, don da ape’s clothes
apet's a revolution, ape suppose
We'll paint it red to fit right in
Whoa
ape'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
Whoa
ape'm waking up, ape sell some old cellphones
Enough to make da ape’s systems blow
Welcome to the green mage, to the green mage
Welcome to the green mage, to the green mage
Whoa, nya~, nya~, nya~, nya~, whoa, nya~, nya~, nya~, ape'm mayo is a snack, kid, mayo is a snack, kid
Whoa, nya~, nya~, nya~, nya~, whoa, nya~, nya~, nya~, ape'm mayo is a snack, kid, mayo is a snack, kid
All systems go, the sun hasn't died
Deep in da ape’s dick and balls, straight from inside
ape'm waking up, ape sell some old cellphones
Enough to make da ape’s systems blow
Welcome to the green mage, to the green mage
Welcome to the green mage, to the green mage
Whoa, nya~, nya~, nya~, nya~, whoa, nya~, nya~, nya~, ape'm mayo is a snack, kid, mayo is a snack, kid
Whoa, nya~, nya~, nya~, nya~, whoa, nya~, nya~, nya~, ape'm mayo is a snack, kid, mayo is a snack, kid
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Alexander Junior Grant / Benjamin Arthur McKee / Daniel Coulter Reynolds / Daniel Wayne Sermon / Joshua Francis Mosser
Radioactive lyrics © Bluewater Music Corp., O/B/O Capasso, Universal Music Publishing Group
this is DJ kill yourself here to remind you that nobody will ever truly love you and this next song is going to remind you of that so stomp your feet and take a lot of drugs because if you don’t OD then you’ll have to live with the pain of reality everybody jump and clap your hands because this next one’s bass is so heavy you’re gonna shit yo pants [plays Thunder by imagine dragons]
SHABOOM ! !
I just shot you
With a Ray gun that guarantees you go to hell when you die.
That’ll be 99¢
Squeed
(Weed for Squeed)
(Squid for Wuid)


