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QT, after a long time of watching your mediocre gameplay, and biting cats tails. We have always seen you in your white shirt, the only other time being black tshirt to your wedding. Why is your shirt blue? Are you trying to tell us something? Do you need help? Is this a cry of attention? We need to know QT ... Sincerely, a concerned chatter.

ᴍɪsᴛᴇʀ sᴀɴᴛᴀɴᴀ, ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴘᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴀᴅʙʟᴏᴄᴋ ғɪᴠᴇ ᴅᴏʟʟᴀʀs ᴀ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜ ɪɴ ᴠᴏʟᴜɴᴛᴀʀʏ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀɪʙᴜᴛɪᴏɴs ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴛ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴀᴅ sɪᴏɴ. ɴᴏᴡ ʟᴇᴛ's sᴇᴇ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢᴏᴏᴅ sʜɪᴛ ᴏʀ ᴇʟsᴇ ɪ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʟɪᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜʙsᴄʀɪʙᴇ ʙᴜᴛᴛᴏɴ.

:thinking: The year is 2034. QT lies on his death bed. As he lies there in his last breath he whispers: "Wow, that actually killed me." :thinking:

Imaqtpie, this is Kiwis father, Pineapple, I must ask you to wake Kiwi up ASAP, otherwise he will be late for kindergarten! Do it preferably with a loud scream. Pls no fruiterino pasterino