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Suddenly, the 400 pound heavily obese woman wearing cat ears writing these exact lines was shot in the head by God himself, brought down to earth in a human form almost as powerful as his own unwithheld true strength. And what did he say, upon killing such a hideous monster?
"“Soulja Boy is gonna be real with you, times have been rough in the Soulja Household. Kids don’t listen to my music anymore, the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ Mario people are suing me, and now I am learning that Fortnite has insulted me by not including my iconic dance in their game. I got my own kids flossing instead of ‘Supermanning Hoes’ like their father invented.”