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Man’s not just cracked, he’s literally scrubbing the floor with the competition. I saw him throw a Molly in the conference room, and now it’s spotless—like, HOW? Dudes are camping in the back, and Arm and Hammer’s out here pre-treating every angle, rinsing them clean with headshots before they can even react. He doesn’t even run strats; he runs loads, bro, one wash cycle at a time.
No cap, he’s AWPing fools through filing cabinets while hitting every corner of the map like he’s doing deep clean mode. You try to clutch? Nah