Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Im trash at rocket league
and so are you too
<3

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ℳ𝒆𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓒𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓶𝓪𝓼 𝓪nd 𝓱𝓪v𝒆 a wond𝒆𝓻ful N𝒆w Y𝒆𝓪𝓻
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I wish Santa brings you the gift of never ending Happiness this Christmas!:

Belligerent and embattled, Mr. Fischer rose from the cold coffin that is his bed. Dusting off his Case Hardened AK-47 (Blue Gem by the way), he put on his thick, battered spectacles. "They will rue this day!" he yelled, stumbling to his feet. After boosting through downtown in his Titanium White Fennec at breakneck speeds, flipping through stop lights, ignoring the signs, a glint of hope appeared on the horizon, just across the Overpass. He couldn't tell if it was a Mirage or not, but nevertheless he endured to his final destination.

Hugo, apoplectic and silent as usual, waved to Mr. Fischer, scanned his badge and allowed him to pass freely through the gates into the nuclear power plant. Peaking through credit card and ensuring he wasn't secretly seen, Mr. Fischer stumbled through M-INI, checking each corner faithfully so as to not be caught twirling his knife in a classified and weapon's free area. Traversing through hut and lobby, ignoring the DrillTimeZz MVP Award in Trophy, and going down romp (trying his damnedest not to enter the most dangerous of hells) he arrived in an open room. A few boxes here and there, a small silo in the middle with two windows overlooking he hears the faintest beeping noise. "It's DEFINITELY A."

His instincts engage and he clamors to find his footing. Sprinting through the decontamination room, he notices a giant vent on the left side of the hall. Breaking through it, as only massive German men can, he runs to the ladder, climbs halfway up, falls, then climbs up again. Franticly searching for the source of the noise, he sees a friendly compatriot, defuse kit in hand, nervously circling the two silos in the middle. "What are you doing MEES?" he shouts. "IT MUST HAVE BEEN B," MEES responds terrified and confused. They look at each other intently, realizing there is no escape, hold each other face to face when they hear "Bomb defused."

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