they're tying me down and getting me worked up. i ponder to myself what tortures await me. whips? waterboarding? wax?
then come the words, stinging worse than any lash.
"They're the Lore Ants of Arabia."
I am subjected to an hour of puns.
I scream, pleading for mercy. it does not come.
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Aneurysm Animation: Hhhhomeboyyyy
Alt: brain aneurism
