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He chuckles to himself, a cascade of cheeto dust flowing down the many folds in his unwashed flesh, as his pringles can sized finger hovers over the neon orange enter key. His XXL RGB backlit keyboard had lit up with every color in the past, but after ages of his nasty fingers dancing across the board, not a single key has been left without a permanent sticky residue of coagulated cheese puffs and ♥♥♥ crust. As his disgusting finger descends towards the smudged rectangle, he feels it. Chest pain. His time has come. The double wide gaming chair begins to creak as his 400 pound body begins to slip from his seat to the floor, his 400 pound soul slipping from this world to the next. As his body descends through the air, performing a sloppy pirouette, his meaty ham gloves slap the keyboard one final time. As his body comes to rest on the ground, his final comment is posted:

"I used to be a professional PK player"

+rep seducive pedophile and owns one stylish white van

-rep his foreskin hasnt detatched from the glans yet