PETE: Aww shit, THIS pic again??? I want a new one, from a different angle!
GUNT: No more pics for you until you do more of my bidding!
PETE: (rubbing hands together) ::burp:: Oh, goody goody!
PETE: Aww shit, THIS pic again??? I want a new one, from a different angle!
GUNT: No more pics for you until you do more of my bidding!
PETE: (rubbing hands together) ::burp:: Oh, goody goody!
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Why would you protect someone if he's not your friend?
Faakkk that's some deep bullshite!
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a match made in heaven!Originally posted by Warham
PETE: Aww shit, THIS pic again??? I want a new one, from a different angle!
GUNT: No more pics for you until you do more of my bidding!
PETE: (rubbing hands together) ::burp:: Oh, goody goody!
I already told one person there who it was, and that's all I'm saying.Originally posted by Rikk
I already know who it is, bitch. It's an old friend of yours, actually...from around here.
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FLAB: FLAB GUNT. I'm head patient of the Southern California Internet Mental Ward. My other personality here tells me you're looking for a good time.
PETE: Yes, indeed. If it's a fast cyber with no need to respect you.
FLAB: Fast cyber? You've never heard of the FLABBY GUNT?
PETE: Should I have?
FLAB: I'm the gunt that can make drunk losers that haven't gotten laid in months cumm within twelve seconds! I've outrun Rotharmy Webbies; not the local forum mods, mind you. I'm talking about the big Webbies that give out IP information. I'm fast enough for you and demand no respect, drunk man. What's the baggage?
PETE: Only alcoholism and bad songwriting. Myself, an imaginary boy in my head, two minutes, and no IMs posted later.
FLAB: What is it? Some kind of local trouble?
PETE: Let's just say we'd like to avoid any Webbie entanglements after I was de-modded some months back.
FLAB: Well, that's the trick, isn't it? And it's going to cost you something extra. Smelly gunt, all in your face.
PETE: Smelly gunt? I could get hard by just pulling my cock out and letting it fly in the wind!
FLAB: But who's going to touch it, kid! You?
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Like I said... I told one person and... FTR~ I would protect just about anyone from you guys. Your internet JERKS! Nothing to be proud of. Anyone can be an asshole.Originally posted by Golden AWe
Why would you protect someone if he's not your friend?
Faakkk that's some deep bullshite!
PETE: Not a bad bit of cybering, huh? You know, sometimes I even amaze myself.
FLAB: That doesn't sound too hard. My gut tickled my clit. It's the only explanation for the ease of my orgasm.
PETE: Easy...you call that easy?
FLAB: Have you seen the size of my gunt compared to your dick?
PETE: Not this dick, sister.
FLAB: Why are you calling me sister?
PETE: I like to think of the women I'm cybering with as my sister.
FLAB: At least the information in my stomach is still intact.
PETE: What's so important? What're you carrying?
FLAB: The entire twinkie production line of 2004 for California and Arizona. I only hope that when I finally take a shit, my heart doesn't explode and I can continue to pleasure you through IMs. It's not over yet!
PETE: It is for me, sister! Look, I ain't in this for your massive stomach, and I'm not in it for your needs. I expect to be well pleasured. I'm in it for your gunt!
FLAB: You needn't worry about my gunt. If a vagina that stinks like aged sweat socks is all that you love, then that's what you'll receive!
(RIKK walks into the room, holding his nose.)
FLAB: (to RIKK) Your friend is quite desperate. I wonder if he really has any standards for gunts...or people.
RIKK: I care! Your gunt smells like my cat's litterbox if someone didn't change it for a week.
(RIKK, shaking his head, sits down. He and PETE stare out at the vast blackness of FLAB's pussy.)
RIKK: So...what do you think of her, PETE?
PETE: I love her!
RIKK: (under his breath) God...
PETE: Still, she's got a lot of stench. I don't know, what do you
think? Do you think a fat divorcee and a guy like me...
RIKK: Yes!
(PETE smiles and logs on...)
FLAB: My cunt is heavily shielded with flabby fat and my ass carries a firepower greater than half the U.S. Army. It's defenses are designed around a direct large-scale diet. A small one-inch cock should be able to penetrate the outer defense.
PETE: (Pointing at FLAB's gunt) Pardon me for asking, Lisa, but what good is my tiny one-inch going to be against that?
FLAB: Well, my stomach doesn't consider a small one-inch penis to be any threat, or my stretch marks would provide a tighter defense. An analysis of my gunt provided by Southern California Health Services has demonstrated a further weakness in my anal cavity. The approach will not be easy. You are required to maneuver straight down this trench and skim the surface to this point (points at her gunt). The target area is only two meters wide. It's a gigantic dilhole complete with a clit that has 15,000 men's saliva on it, right below the 13-inch belly button. The shaft leads directly to the largest uterus ever created. A precise hit of whiskey-poisoned cumm will start a chain reaction which should destroy Southern California.
(A murmer of disbelief runs through the room.)
FLAB: Only a one-inch cock will be able to penetrate and set up a chain reaction. The shaft is fat-shielded, so you'll have to put all your out-of-shape weight behind it.
BRETT: That's impossible, even for PETE.
PETE: It's not impossible. I used to bull's-eye my fat sister in my garage back home. Her gunt's not much bigger than two meters.
FLAB: Then man your one-inch! And may your noseplug be with you!
so how many aliases does your gang have?
50? 200?
I could really give a shit. It always happens when you're around or you're "slighted". We all know who's really behind it all (and all the other psychotic shit). So fuck you. We don't need you to talk.Originally posted by Fabulous Shadow
I already told one person there who it was, and that's all I'm saying.
You're a loser.
Pshaw!Originally posted by Fabulous Shadow
Your internet JERKS!
And you, young lady, are an internet CAD!
Be careful Rikk... Pete may decide to post some of your old pm'sOriginally posted by Rikk
FLAB: FLAB GUNT. I'm head patient of the Southern California Internet Mental Ward. My other personality here tells me you're looking for a good time.
PETE: Yes, indeed. If it's a fast cyber with no need to respect you.
FLAB: Fast cyber? You've never heard of the FLABBY GUNT?
PETE: Should I have?
FLAB: I'm the gunt that can make drunk losers that haven't gotten laid in months cumm within twelve seconds! I've outrun Rotharmy Webbies; not the local forum mods, mind you. I'm talking about the big Webbies that give out IP information. I'm fast enough for you and demand no respect, drunk man. What's the baggage?
PETE: Only alcoholism and bad songwriting. Myself, an imaginary boy in my head, two minutes, and no IMs posted later.
FLAB: What is it? Some kind of local trouble?
PETE: Let's just say we'd like to avoid any Webbie entanglements after I was de-modded some months back.
FLAB: Well, that's the trick, isn't it? And it's going to cost you something extra. Smelly gunt, all in your face.
PETE: Smelly gunt? I could get hard by just pulling my cock out and letting it fly in the wind!
FLAB: But who's going to touch it, kid! You?
Some classic Gunt Wars material there.
ahahahahahhaOriginally posted by Fabulous Shadow
Like I said... I told one person and... FTR~ I would protect just about anyone from you guys. Your internet JERKS! Nothing to be proud of. Anyone can be an asshole.
have we collected material for the fbi, for three years?
do we contact internet providers?
do we make threats?
'nuff said!
why doesn't pete post with his own username?Originally posted by Fabulous Shadow
Be careful Rikk... Pete may decide to post some of your old pm's
Another threat?Originally posted by Fabulous Shadow
Be careful Rikk... Pete may decide to post some of your old pm's
I thought you don't tell anyone what to do?
You guys can post the same shit all you want. It won't change anything.
INTERIOR: BRETT'S HOUSE.
BRETT: MAX...we have a visitor.
(The group hurries over to BRETT's window and hears a sucking sound coming from outside.)
BRETT: We've picked up something gigantic outside the base in zone twelve, moving east. Could be another fat black hole.
NICK: It's fat.
MAX: It could be a poster, one of ours.
NICK: No. Wait -- there's something very weak coming through.
(GUITAR SHARK steps up to the control panel and listens intently to the strange sucking noise.)
GUITAR SHARK: Sir, I am familiar with six million forms of pussy. This sound is not used by humanity as we know it. It could be FLAB's gunt.
(The sucking noise ends as the frightened party put on gasmasks.)
MAX: It isn't friendly, whatever it is. Come on, POOP BOY, let's check it out.
BRETT: Send paramedics armed with horse tranquilizers to station three-eight.
EXTERIOR: SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA -- DAY
(The massive 750 lb. gunt moves past the smoldering ruins of her marriage and down a ridge toward the next music forum she's going to try and destroy. It raises a large pube from the top of its fatty base and begins to send out a piercing signal, fresh secretion from its latest encounter with PETE covering the lawn. The gunt has spotted POOP BOY who, not fifty feet away, is standing right next to her and staring at her over one of her piles of fat. Instantly, the gunt swings around, its deadly vaginal secreters ready to fire. But before it can get a squirt off, it is hit from behind by MAX's Utah shotgun, and explodes in a million giant chunks of fat and gunt. One of those chunks squares MAX and breaks two of his ribs. He falls forward, groaning, "Oh, stupid gunt!" MAX gets up his and peers intently at the smoldering remains of FLABULOUS SHADOW.)
INTERIOR: BRETT'S HOUSE.
(NICK and BRETT listen to MAX on the comlink.)
MAX: (over comlink) Afraid there's not much left.
NICK: (into comlink) What was it?
MAX: (over comlink) Gunt of some kind. Biggest fucking thing I ever saw. Said it was going to New York next to impersonate a 12-year-old, though the way it looked, it looked more likely to impersonate an aircraft carrier.
NICK: (into comlink) A fat hairy gunt.
MAX: (over comlink) It's a good bet Southern California's gonna experience a major earthquake.
BRETT: We'd better start the evacuation.
::cue John Williams score::
It is a period of Roth Army war. Fraudulent IM's, striking from a suspicious IP, have been posted against the cunning Sheep Pen Leader RIKK. During the battle, Roth Army mods managed to discover the real leader behind the attack, FLAB, a sprawling mass of flesh with enough pussy stank to destroy an entire planet. PETE, FLAB's drunk agent, races home to log in, hopeful to score some cyber from the gunt and chug down a 40 ouncer...
Funny, not only is GS out of the thread, but he has logged off.
LMFAO!:pOriginally posted by Warham
::cue John Williams score::
It is a period of Roth Army war. Fraudulent IM's, striking from a suspicious IP, have been posted against the cunning Sheep Pen Leader RIKK. During the battle, Roth Army mods managed to discover the real leader behind the attack, FLAB, a sprawling mass of flesh with enough pussy stank to destroy an entire planet. PETE, FLAB's drunk agent, races home to log in, hopeful to score some cyber from the gunt and chug down a 40 ouncer...
Did you threaten him, Lisa? Is this your pathetic way of bragging?Originally posted by Fabulous Shadow
Funny, not only is GS out of the thread, but he has logged off.
PETE: Look, I'm sure it's delicious. I just don't understand why I can't skip chowing down on your gunt and just fuck you.
FLAB: Patience! For the strong-stomached, it is time to eat as well. Eat, eat. Hot. Good food, hm? Good, hmm?
(Moving with ease in the gigantic gunt, PETE sits down on a pubic hair and serves himself from a puddle of secretion. Tasting the unfamiliar concoction, he is pleasantly surprised.)
PETE: How far away is the left side of your body? Will it take me long to get there?
FLAB: Very far. Left side very far. Patience. Soon you will be there, 3 miles away. (tasting her own gunt) Syphillus, I have. Why wish you become mod again? Hm?
PETE: Mostly because of RIKK, I guess. I want to prove to him that I'm a better man.
FLAB: Ah, RIKK. Powerful cyber-lover was he, powerful cyber-lover, mmm.
PETE: (a little hurt) Oh, come on. How could you say that about RIKK? You don't even know what I have to offer. (fed up, spits out secretion) Oh, I don't even know what I'm doing here. We're wasting our time.
(The fat creature turns away from PETE and speaks to a third party...its anus.)
FLAB: (irritated) I cannot fuck him. The loser has no patience.
(PETE's head spins in the direction the creature's left cheek faces. But there is no one there...only a giant, gaping vacuum that could suck in a tall building and ask for seconds before defacating a shopping mall. PETE is bewildered, but it gradually dawns on him that his dick is tiny and that he is speaking to his next big chance: FLAB's anus.)
GIANT ANUS: He will learn patience. Bring him to me.
FLAB: (speaking to her own anus) Fuck that. Hmmm. Much anger in him, like the Webbie that canned his pathetic ass.
GIANT ANUS: Was I any different when you first shoved three boy scouts in my cavity?
FLAB: Hah. He is not ready.
PETE: Gunt! I am ready. I...Anus! I can fuck you both and eat out my sloppy seconds. Anus, tell him I'm ready.
FLAB: Ready, are you? What know you of ready? For eight hundred years have I stunk worse than a stadium full of rotten manure. My own counsel will I keep on who is to shove a one-inch dick in my dillhole! A loser or cyber-partner must have the deepest commitment, the most deranged mind. (to the massive anus, indicating PETE) This one a long time have I watched, though it was hard seeing this one since this one is only two feet tall and I can't see anything over my gigantic 72nd fold of fat. Never his mind on where he was. Hmm? What he was doing. Hmph. Because he was always drunk. One-inch cock fucking. Heh! Gizzing inside a black hole huger than Asia and Europe put together. Heh! A mod craves not these things. (turning to PETE) You are dickless!
(PETE looks down. He knows it is true.)
ANUS: So was I, if you'll remember. I crushed those boyscouts into brown mucus before releasing them from my fudge tunnel.
FLAB: He is too old. Yes, way way way way way way way way way way way way way too old and drunk and stoned to begin the gunt-penetrating. Plus, he'll probably tell me within minutes that he loves me.
PETE: But I haven't had a drink in two hours, just for this!
FLAB: (sighs) Will he finished what he begins? Even with the smell the way it is?
PETE: I won't fail you -- I know it stinks, but I'm not afraid.
FLAB: (turns slowly toward him, looks down, pulls out a gasmask and slowly opens its legs again) Oh, you will be. You will be.
(PETE begins to get dizzy and collapses.)
Oops. I wasn't paying attention. Tell me again what is going on.PETE: Look, I'm sure it's delicious. I just don't understand why I can't skip chowing down on your gunt and just fuck you.
FLAB: Patience! For the strong-stomached, it is time to eat as well. Eat, eat. Hot. Good food, hm? Good, hmm?
(Moving with ease in the gigantic gunt, PETE sits down on a pubic hair and serves himself from a puddle of secretion. Tasting the unfamiliar concoction, he is pleasantly surprised.)
PETE: How far away is the left side of your body? Will it take me long to get there?
FLAB: Very far. Left side very far. Patience. Soon you will be there, 3 miles away. (tasting her own gunt) Syphillus, I have. Why wish you become mod again? Hm?
PETE: Mostly because of RIKK, I guess. I want to prove to him that I'm a better man.
FLAB: Ah, RIKK. Powerful cyber-lover was he, powerful cyber-lover, mmm.
PETE: (a little hurt) Oh, come on. How could you say that about RIKK? You don't even know what I have to offer. (fed up, spits out secretion) Oh, I don't even know what I'm doing here. We're wasting our time.
(The fat creature turns away from PETE and speaks to a third party...its anus.)
FLAB: (irritated) I cannot fuck him. The loser has no patience.
(PETE's head spins in the direction the creature's left cheek faces. But there is no one there...only a giant, gaping vacuum that could suck in a tall building and ask for seconds before defacating a shopping mall. PETE is bewildered, but it gradually dawns on him that his dick is tiny and that he is speaking to his next big chance: FLAB's anus.)
GIANT ANUS: He will learn patience. Bring him to me.
FLAB: (speaking to her own anus) Fuck that. Hmmm. Much anger in him, like the Webbie that canned his pathetic ass.
GIANT ANUS: Was I any different when you first shoved three boy scouts in my cavity?
FLAB: Hah. He is not ready.
PETE: Gunt! I am ready. I...Anus! I can fuck you both and eat out my sloppy seconds. Anus, tell him I'm ready.
FLAB: Ready, are you? What know you of ready? For eight hundred years have I stunk worse than a stadium full of rotten manure. My own counsel will I keep on who is to shove a one-inch dick in my dillhole! A loser or cyber-partner must have the deepest commitment, the most deranged mind. (to the massive anus, indicating PETE) This one a long time have I watched, though it was hard seeing this one since this one is only two feet tall and I can't see anything over my gigantic 72nd fold of fat. Never his mind on where he was. Hmm? What he was doing. Hmph. Because he was always drunk. One-inch cock fucking. Heh! Gizzing inside a black hole huger than Asia and Europe put together. Heh! A mod craves not these things. (turning to PETE) You are dickless!
(PETE looks down. He knows it is true.)
ANUS: So was I, if you'll remember. I crushed those boyscouts into brown mucus before releasing them from my fudge tunnel.
FLAB: He is too old. Yes, way way way way way way way way way way way way way too old and drunk and stoned to begin the gunt-penetrating. Plus, he'll probably tell me within minutes that he loves me.
PETE: But I haven't had a drink in two hours, just for this!
FLAB: (sighs) Will he finished what he begins? Even with the smell the way it is?
PETE: I won't fail you -- I know it stinks, but I'm not afraid.
FLAB: (turns slowly toward him, looks down, pulls out a gasmask and slowly opens its legs again) Oh, you will be. You will be.
(PETE begins to get dizzy and collapses.)
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RIKK: FLAB, I should have expected to find you holding PETE's leash. I recognized your GUNT's foul stench when I was brought on board.
FLAB: Charming to the last. You don't know how hard I found it, signing the order to edit your IM's.
RIKK: I'm not suprised you were deranged enough to do it.
FLAB: RIKK, before you are exposed to the Army, you will join me at a cyber sex ceremony that will make this GUNT fully operational. No Sheep Pen admin will dare oppose me now.
RIKK: The more you try to stick that smelly GUNT in their face, FLAB, the more Sheep Pen admins will pinch their nostrils with their fingers.
Rikk... You have WAYYYYYY to much time on your hands. How sad. BUT you're happy right!Originally posted by Rikk
INTERIOR: BRETT'S HOUSE.
BRETT: MAX...we have a visitor.
(The group hurries over to BRETT's window and hears a sucking sound coming from outside.)
BRETT: We've picked up something gigantic outside the base in zone twelve, moving east. Could be another fat black hole.
NICK: It's fat.
MAX: It could be a poster, one of ours.
NICK: No. Wait -- there's something very weak coming through.
(GUITAR SHARK steps up to the control panel and listens intently to the strange sucking noise.)
GUITAR SHARK: Sir, I am familiar with six million forms of pussy. This sound is not used by humanity as we know it. It could be FLAB's gunt.
(The sucking noise ends as the frightened party put on gasmasks.)
MAX: It isn't friendly, whatever it is. Come on, POOP BOY, let's check it out.
BRETT: Send paramedics armed with horse tranquilizers to station three-eight.
EXTERIOR: SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA -- DAY
(The massive 750 lb. gunt moves past the smoldering ruins of her marriage and down a ridge toward the next music forum she's going to try and destroy. It raises a large pube from the top of its fatty base and begins to send out a piercing signal, fresh secretion from its latest encounter with PETE covering the lawn. The gunt has spotted POOP BOY who, not fifty feet away, is standing right next to her and staring at her over one of her piles of fat. Instantly, the gunt swings around, its deadly vaginal secreters ready to fire. But before it can get a squirt off, it is hit from behind by MAX's Utah shotgun, and explodes in a million giant chunks of fat and gunt. One of those chunks squares MAX and breaks two of his ribs. He falls forward, groaning, "Oh, stupid gunt!" MAX gets up his and peers intently at the smoldering remains of FLABULOUS SHADOW.)
INTERIOR: BRETT'S HOUSE.
(NICK and BRETT listen to MAX on the comlink.)
MAX: (over comlink) Afraid there's not much left.
NICK: (into comlink) What was it?
MAX: (over comlink) Gunt of some kind. Biggest fucking thing I ever saw. Said it was going to New York next to impersonate a 12-year-old, though the way it looked, it looked more likely to impersonate an aircraft carrier.
NICK: (into comlink) A fat hairy gunt.
MAX: (over comlink) It's a good bet Southern California's gonna experience a major earthquake.
BRETT: We'd better start the evacuation.
From Episode III: Revenge of the Flab
PETE: FLAB, can you hear me?
FLAB: Yes, Little One. My ears are not covered by mounds of fat.
FLAB: Where is RIKK? Is he embarrassed? Has he been banned yet?
PETE: It seems in your anger, you posted the wrong IM's.
FLAB: I...I couldn't have. I made sure they were phony. I faked them myself!
FLAB: Uhhhhhhhhhhh....Arghhhhhhh.....
FLAB: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
These are all old copy-and-paste jobs we were doing over a period of weeks maybe a year ago.Originally posted by Fabulous Shadow
Rikk... You have WAYYYYYY to much time on your hands. How sad. BUT you're happy right!
Here's the link: http://www.rotharmy.com/forums/showt...ight=star+gunt
Do you like 'em?
Nope, he was confroted with the truth. Not everyone at the Army is out to get me. Some people her actully help me out. Certain mods are the ruination of what once was a killer site.Originally posted by Rikk
Did you threaten him, Lisa? Is this your pathetic way of bragging?
Damn, bro, we need a second STAR GUNT thread...:pOriginally posted by Warham
From Episode III: Revenge of the Flab
PETE: FLAB, can you hear me?
FLAB: Yes, Little One. My ears are not covered by mounds of fat.
FLAB: Where is RIKK? Is he embarrassed? Has he been banned yet?
PETE: It seems in your anger, you posted the wrong IM's.
FLAB: I...I couldn't have. I made sure they were phony. I faked them myself!
FLAB: Uhhhhhhhhhhh....Arghhhhhhh.....
FLAB: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Not interested, but again flattered that you choose to spend so much time on me. Can you say Fab Obsessed. Too bad I never noticed then the first time either.Originally posted by Rikk
These are all old copy-and-paste jobs we were doing over a period of weeks maybe a year ago.
Here's the link: http://www.rotharmy.com/forums/showt...ight=star+gunt
Do you like 'em?
Episode I: The Flabulous Menace
Episode II: Attack of the Drunk
Episode III: Revenge of the Gunt
Episode IV: A New IP
Episode V: The Pen Strikes Back
Episode VI: Return of the Army
Yeah, what else have you got to talk about?Originally posted by Rikk
Damn, bro, we need a second STAR GUNT thread...:p
:pOriginally posted by Warham
Episode IV: A New IP
Ohhhh...my god...my stomach is fucking dying!!!:p
Nothing. We are FAB-obsessed. There's nothing else we have, really.Originally posted by Fabulous Shadow
Yeah, what else have you got to talk about?
So how you been?
Originally posted by Warham
Episode IV: A New IP
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I wouldn't be making threats LISA...Originally posted by Fabulous Shadow
I'll find out. I have great connections here. Always have!
Young kids should not be harrasing adults on the net! Quite a teacher you are by promoting Rikk! You need to be reported to school board!
That is... If you really are a teacher in trianing! LOL
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Pete, months ago, you served the Roth Army as a moderator; now that you've been demodded and defrocked, I need your help in my struggle against the Army. I regret that I am unable to present this request to you in person since I have been banned; my IP has fallen under attack and I'm afraid my mission to destroy the Army with my Flabby ID has failed. I've placed fraudulent IM's vital to the survival of the rebellion into the memory systems of my Commodore 64. One of my many, many cyber partners will know how to retrieve it. You must see this information safely delivered to those at DDLR and other 3rd rate Roth websites. This is my most flabby hour. Help me, little Pete; you're my only hope.
Pot tea kettle.:pOriginally posted by Fabulous Shadow
The truth is, I didn't understand a word you said.
Is your English broken?
we have another winner!Originally posted by Golden AWe
why doesn't pete post with his own username?
I'd like to personally thank Rikk for calling me back to my Pen duties.....obsessing over Fab and her 700,000 aliases is a way of life. Thanks for "saving" me, my friend!Originally posted by Rikk
Nothing. We are FAB-obsessed. There's nothing else we have, really.
So how you been?
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