HA ^w^ I have twicked you ^w^ Thewe wiww be nyo uwu’s ow owo’s hewe ^w^
Nyame: Biwwy
Age: 18
Height: 4 feet
Wikes: bundwing up in soft and cushiony pwaces, gowging mysewf on mawshmawwows, vibwating fow nyo weason, and being wound.
Diswikes: Poopyheads
What I wook wike: Yewwow, showt, fat and wound, stubby wittwe awms and wegs, two smaww bwack eyes, and a smaww mouth.
What I am wooking fow: Ways to become w o u n d e w///woundew///woundew///woundew///woundew///woundew///
Why you shouwd pick me: WE WIWW BECOME WOUND WE WIWW BECOME WOUND WE WIWW BECOME WOUND WE WIWW BECOME WOUND WE WIWW BECOME WOUND WE WIWW BEC- honyestwy you don’t nyeed to pick me I am pwetty okay on my own.
English
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Oh gosh. Bop... why. *the flamethrower comes out* Why must you make me do this...
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Hahahahahahahaha!
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Auf Weidhersehen Bop... *holy blue flames start spewin from the nozzle*
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You my friend... are insane. You also have my respect for using up your own precious time to make this. [spoiler] I didn’t make it uwu because it’s just too many w’s for me to worry about[/spoiler]