[Copypasta] Put shoe on head to prove not pre-recorded

twitchquotes: ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ノ PUT SHOE ON HEAD TO PROVE NOT PRE-RECORDED ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ノ
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