+rep FOr KaRL!1!!1!!

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You there woolly defaid, will yearn for the taste of butter. Its salivating scent and the scorching yellow delicacy to plummet down your lungs and course through your veins. Such is your destiny O' Steffi, you shall become a butter harlot unlike any other. This obsession will envelope your mind, your very being. Every day of rumination as you gaze upon the stars, will be filled with nought but butter. Do not attempt to flee and frolic away from the field, for the catchpoles will be summoned and you will either be apprehended, or will come willingly to our butter churning factories. You cannot elude fate, you will ingest copious amounts of menyn, or yee shall perish.

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