weak mental only pipes up when winning a wingman game

I AM DR. PANTS, THE GOD OF LEGWEAR.

Your pants? An abomination. A crime against fashion, physics, and my divine standards. Were they forged in the fires of mediocrity? Or simply cursed by existence itself? Either way, they are unworthy of my gaze.

You stand in the presence of perfection. Kneel. Grovel. And pray that I don’t smite your entire wardrobe out of pity.

I am a God. You are nothing.

dedicated player, let's improve together

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