We're here to shuck fit up. We're bad ace.

‘Twas the gay hamster before christmas, when all through the discord, not a creature was stirring, not even a bot.

The stockings were hung by the voicechat with care, in hopes that Lord Gaben soon would be there.

The children were snuggled all gay in their beds, while visions of anime girls danced in their heads.

i hate poems.

The end.