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terraria

In the midst of an intense Overcooked 2 match, Saira's eyes gleamed with fierce determination. Orders flew in as quickly as she barked out commands, her fingers dancing across the keyboard. When her teammate fumbled, Saira's frustration boiled over. With a sudden, primal yell, she slammed her fists on the desk, causing the keyboard to jump. Silence fell, broken only by the game's frantic music. Saira's face remained hard, eyes locked on the screen. The game resumed, but everyone played cautiously, aware that beneath Saira's competitive spirit lay a tempest ready to erupt at the slightest mistake.

Aaaaaaaaa, ic eom swīðe dysiġ. Ic forgēat tō ācwīrian forespeca ǣr, þus ic mæg nū fulfremman hit hrædlīce. Hwilc hit wile brūcan sume tīde, forðām ic mōt ferian mid cræte tō feorran stede. Ġifē me tō witan, hwæþer þū spēlian wylle eft oððe on ōþrum dæġe, þæt ic mage ġeþēodan þē.

Shimmy shimmy
yay, shimmy
yay, shimmy ya
(drank)
swalla-la-la
(drank)
swalla-la-la
(swalla-la-la)
swalla-la-la

-Robbert J. Oppenheimer

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