In the wild city of Organtown, there was a crime-fighting hero like no other: SpleenMcQueen, a sentient spleen with a serious attitude. One night, while cruising the streets, he caught wind of some thugs planning to rob the local health clinic.

“Not on my watch!” he shouted, bursting into action. The thugs laughed, thinking a talking spleen was a joke. But SpleenMcQueen wasn’t here for laughs. He expanded and blasted them with a gust of wind, sending them sprawling.

“Is that all you got?” one thug sneered, but before he knew it, SpleenMcQueen had tripped him up and tied him with a roll of bandage. The cops showed up, scratching their heads. “What the hell happened?”

“Just keeping Organtown healthy, ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥!” SpleenMcQueen winked.

As word spread about his antics, SpleenMcQueen became a beloved, if slightly bizarre, figure.

GUYS DO NOT FLASH YOUR NUTSACK AT ALLAH!!!1 !
I astral projected and entered the spirit realm and flashed my nutsack at Allah and he killed my mom. I tried bringing her back to life with selenite and quartz but she's dead and now Allah is banging my mom in the astral plane. I covered my house in salt and burned sage to try and cleanse his negative energy away but I can sense he is coming to kill and bang the spirits of more of my family members. My goldfish is sick and I think he's next. Nobody is safe. Protect yourselves, wizards.⠀⠀‎‎‎‎‎

╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻ FLIP THIS TABLE.
┻━┻ ︵ ヽ(°□°ヽ) FLIP THAT TABLE.
┻━┻ ︵ ＼( °□° )／ ︵ ┻━┻ FLIP ALL THE TABLES
ಠ_ಠ Put.
ಠ__ಠ The tables.
ಠ___ಠ Back.
(╮°-°)╮┳━┳ ┳━┳ ┳━┳ ┳━┳

Pretty chill kid