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Last hitting creeps? Yeah, not quite right.
Your plays are wild, your skills are low,
But you never charge in, like as if you’re the pro.
You roam the map, without a clue,
Getting ganked like it’s something new.
You tower dive, then wonder why,
You’re respawning with a heavy sigh.
And then there’s the “phusee,” silent but grand,
Sneaking out like a thief in the land.
Clearing the room, making us flee,
Man, what did you eat? It’s a mystery!
But we still love you, no matter the smell,
Or how often your Dota plays go to hell.
Keep queuing up, keep blowing that breeze,
You’re a master of Smelly chaos, and making us wheeze.
+rep also best sensei out there
-rep is a farmer