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𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑑𝑢𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝐸𝑢𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑈𝑛𝑖𝑜𝑛’𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑝𝑦𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑙𝑎𝑤.
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When you step into the Rick and Morty fandom realm
When you step into the Rick and Morty fandom realm, you're not going any old place. You're coming to the underground fight club of intellect. Prepare to be mentally battered. But don't worry, after you've spent your newbie time being cognitively pummeled, you'll have joined the ranks of the mental elite.
Then you'll see the world for what it truly is. All those people going around without a thought in their head. You'll hate it. You'll become just like him. And you'll start loving it. The power of intelligence, of absolute intellectual superiority. It'll become a high you chase, constantly learning and experimenting.
You'll finally be a Rick.
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The year is 2025. MoonMoon lies on his deathbed
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The year is 2025. MoonMoon_Ow lies on his deathbed, the countless years of oatmeal infighting finally having taken their toll. He struggles to adjust his eyes to the glare of his computer screen, yearning to view his beloved twitch chat one more time. All he sees is degenerate weeb spam. His eyes brim with tears. He begins gasping his final breath, and in his final moments he hits the hardest dab known to humanity
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Only the saltiest EU fan can hold both cans
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⎠Hey Balls, I'm trying to learn to play Darius
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ＨＥＹ ＢＡＬＬＳ， Ｉ’Ｍ ＴＲＹＩＮＧ ＴＯ ＬＥＡＲＮ ＴＯ ＰＬＡＹ ＤＡＲＩＵＳ． Ｉ ＪＵＳＴ ＨＡＶＥ Ａ ＱＵＥＳＴＩＯＮ ＡＢＯＵＴ ＴＨＥ ＳＫＩＬＬ ＢＵＩＬＤ： ＳＨＯＵＬＤ Ｉ ＭＡＸ ＤＥＣＩＭＡＴＥ ＬＩＫＥ ＹＯＵ ＤＥＣＩＭＡＴＥＤ ＦＮＡＴＩＣ， ＣＲＩＰＰＬＩＮＧ ＳＴＲＩＫＥ ＬＩＫＥ ＹＯＵ ＣＲＩＰＰＬＥＤ ＦＮＡＴＩＣ＇Ｓ ＣＨＡＮＣＥＳ ＯＦ ＧＥＴＴＩＮＧ ＯＵＴ ＯＦ ＧＲＯＵＰＳ，ＯＲ ＡＰＰＲＥＨＥＮＤ ＬＩＫＥ ＹＯＵ ＡＰＰＲＥＨＥＮＤＥＤ ＡＬＬ ＦＩＶＥ ＯＦ ＦＮＡＴＩＣ ＦＯＲ Ａ ＰＥＮＴＡＫＩＬＬ．
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Just as the founding fathers intended
I own a musket for home defense, since that's what the founding fathers intended. Four ruffians break into my house. "What the devil?" As I grab my powdered wig and Kentucky rifle. Blow a golf ball sized hole through the first man, he's dead on the spot. Draw my pistol on the second man, miss him entirely because it's smoothbore and nails the neighbors dog. I have to resort to the cannon mounted at the top of the stairs loaded with grape shot, "Tally ho lads" the grape shot shreds two men in the blast, the sound and extra shrapnel set off car alarms. Fix bayonet and charge the last terrified rapscallion. He Bleeds out waiting on the police to arrive since triangular bayonet wounds are impossible to stitch up. Just as the founding fathers intended.