[Copypasta] Only the chosen one can wear the the tick antenna

Only the TheTick chosen one can wear the the tick antenna like a man TriHard . Can you give another person the antenna TheTick liek this or cry like a little baby scrub WAAAHH. ? But BabyRage wait! , 2 TheTick antennas are for pussies , Chosen One stacking PogChamp master can do 3 . No no no no TheTick another bro can stack 4 of it ALL AT ONCE WHAT A Jebaited GOD ! The real chosen one is always me .
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