-rep he said he was going to touch my pet cat in the nono spot and jerked it off

-rep bombed my dog food

get derpoted pls

-rep griefed my dirt house in ♥♥♥♥♥♥craftmc

-rep bombed my cornershop because I dont sell haram pig meat

As the night wore on, the cold seeped through every inch of the cardboard walls. Ahmed hugged his knees close to his chest, shivering as the wind howled around him. He repeated the strange sounds Jack had made – "vut vut ding ding" – as if saying them might somehow make him feel warmer or bring him comfort. But no comfort came. The box offered little shelter, and the night seemed to stretch on endlessly.