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Zelda's pink oreo belongs to Ganon's big gerudo oak L0g

Hey guys! Did you know that Link from Legend of Zelda is perfect for breeding? He has walked and run many times throughout his journey, meaning that his legs are thick and muscular enough to handle the painful cramps of childbirth! He is around 5'7" and roughly 8 apples heavy, making him capable of handling ♥♥♥♥♥ inside him. Link also has a somewhat tiny body, making it easier for your ♥♥♥♥ to go all the way inside and spray your korok seeds into his hole of z! Once Link gives birth, his childlike demeanor will allow him to be very likable to his offspring!

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Wasp stings don’t usually kill you. However, the only reason a wasp doesn’t kill you is because it can’t. If it could, it would.

“They’re just territorial!” So am I. Turns out, I am the more dangerous territorial animal, which makes this my territory. It can either leave, or die.

“They’re incredibly important and useful!” So is a neurosurgeon. If one walked into my backyard and started poking me with a needle angrily, I’d rock their ♥♥♥♥, too.

“They’re just little animals living their life.” Me too, homie. And part of the human life experience is running the fades of anything that attacks us.

“The chemicals on your skin confuse it!” See the earlier neurosurgeon example. I don’t care if I’m wearing Eau De Fightclub #7, you attack me, it’s on.

I offer the same rule to all animals, big or small: You wanna hang out near me, cool. You enter my home or attack me, you die. I don’t care if you’re a person, a spider, or two flies in a coat.