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Ooo o aAAA!
AAA OOOO AAA!
Translation:
(I do quite apologize for my inadequate English. That faithful day i was on my way to deliver Mr. Nipple's allocated banana allowance for the day, as luck would have it, i felt quite famished as i strolled down main street, as such I decided to help myself to a succulent fruit of the Musa Genus. As i started to unpeel the Musa paradisiaca, half of the magnificent fruit fell on the ground.
"I horrible omen" I thought to myself. And as chance would have it, it was sadly right. *They* did not let me see Mr, Nipple, they were agitated, clearly hiding something, it was later announced that he died.)
when were you when mr nipple dies?
i was sat at home eating butter when pjotr ring
‘nipple is kill’
‘no’