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===champer 1 : “guhhhh"guhhhh im outta the sauce”sauce"===
The night was long and dark. As long and dark as a horse. The night was hung out.
 
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My mouth was dry, and my nuts were cold. I have no entertainment, and no sustenance.
 
I’mI'm not lacking food however, as the dog I bought last night was fulfilling.
 
No-one told me how goated homemade chinese was.
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Anyways, my mind was fucking dull. Dull as hel. (💀)
 
My plug was down and out for the rest of the month. I couldn’tcouldn't get anything off of him.
 
The retarddumbass had relapsed and jammed a whole table leg up ass, and his whole anus prolapsed on Instagram Live.
 
I had to turn to my “alternate”"alternate" methods to acquire the goop.
 
I open my telegram app, scroll past 4 turkey trading channels, 4 Russian furry porn channels, 2 Armenian bomb-making channels, an ISIS newswire, and 9 channels dedicated to posting black thugs shaking their thugs.
 
I ain’tain't know anyone in Sayreville who has the sauce, except for one individual.
 
One rumored individual.
 
A certain, “Gyler"Gyler Toias”Toias".
 
Hood legends state that he delivers, but his sauce isn’tisn't straight.
 
It’sIt's queef as fuck.
 
===Champa 2 : the plug of fritz dr.===
Damn bitch, I forgot.
 
That Gyler bitch doesn’tdoesn't use telegram. He isn’tisn't a GENETICALLY-ENHANCED VOICE-TO-SKULL RECIPIENT who is GOATED with the ESOTERIC KNOWLEDGE.
 
He doesn’tdoesn't even use social media, you can only contact him by text.
 
I’veI've heard this is because he’she's actually not an American citizen, and he’she's instead a CCP asset that can’tcan't be tainted by the far-fetched, horrible, capitalist influences of the dark western world.
 
A homeless guy high on crack told me that.
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I type his number into my phone, and send him a message.
 
“hey"hey is this gyler toyass, if so, i want a few tabs of some of that magic goated zzauce…zzauce... i wanna get fucked…fucked... not in the ass…ass... in the head…head... you set a price and i pay it…it... i need some zzauce. ASAP…”ASAP..."
 
Somehow, in 5 seconds, I instantly get a response.
 
“2"2 dollars go to 19 fritz drive”drive"
 
What.
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By Bugatti, I really mean 2004 Honda Civic, with an AliExpress spoiler super-glued onto the trunk.
 
It’sIt's a 10 minutes drive from my house to 19 Fritz Dr.
 
Sayreville isn’tisn't too big of a place.
 
I pull up at the house.
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The light is the porch light.
 
Something about this house doesn’tdoesn't feel right.
 
Fucking retard turned off all of his lights, as if noone was home.
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I walk up to him, [https://prnt.sc/zoAF7mOxcTJg and he stares at me with a precarious glance.]
 
“i"i am the gyler toias. of 19 fritz. extend thy hand with thy currency and ye shall receive, not zaza, but instead a great hompilgiomous beenglefooge of my precisely well endeavoured copalanemankallahfaeu mohammed bonga daesh ohama beezlegluggy”beezlegluggy"
 
Beyond confusion, I look at this individual and attempt to understand the biggernabble he just spoke upon my ears.
 
I do not even dare to communicate further with this being, and I really don’tdon't wanna take whatever he’she's giving, but my withdrawl takes me places I wouldn’twouldn't go to, even with a loaded gun, and a chance at absolutely smashing the shit out of 1471’s1471's tight ████ ██████ ███ ██ █ █████ █████ hot ████ ██████████
 
With a great, deep, feeling in my gut that I should of listened to, I give him the 4 dollars, and take a small dime-bag full of a-
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Moving? Spinning?
 
It’sIt's a bag full of a rainbow-ish looking liquid, and it’s…it's... twirling.
 
It’sIt's also slightly glowing.
 
Not federally, but slightly.
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It has a blue hue.
 
“you"you dink it”it", Gyler says to me.
 
The presence of the omega-tard scares me, and I just turn around and briskly walk to my Civic.
 
I don’tdon't fuck with the recently detached door, and just drive off.
 
Not having a door beats getting molested by an asian that just sold me god knows what.
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I take the small bag of liquid out, and I feel a slight jolt in my heart as I realize the fucking bag full of goop has just been in my pocket the whole time since I got it from that chink.
 
It’sIt's not broken however, so boo fucking hoo.
 
I empty the bags contents into a red Solo cup I have on my coffee table, and without a second hesitation, I down the cup like a shot.
 
It’sIt's, tasteless.
 
There’sThere's no flavour.
 
I only felt the cold temperature of the drink going in my mouth, down my throat, and wherever else in my body. (i failed anatomy)
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After 3 minutes, nothing happens.
 
“Edible”"Edible" drug, I guess.
 
I should probably expect it to kick in around the same time as a zaza edible.
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I watched a video of a horse eating bricks in Iran.
 
I watched a consistent group of 4 people argue about if it’sit's disgusting or not to fuck bricks.
 
I saw uncensored gay horses.
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however im not even concerned about that any more as a strange mental fog sets in.
 
it feels like the type of mental fog i get as i’mi'm ripping my first bowl of the day, but like way more out there
 
feels like my brain is gradually turning into a rock tumbler with a baszjillion small pebbles tumbling in it
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i tighten my body, and prepare to engage the presumably hostile entities with a great war chant
 
“ubiraysya"ubiraysya iz moyego doma, ty grebanyy gey-negr, otstalyy ublyudok, zajebiście cię zerżnę”zerżnę"
 
as i had spake and scrum in two foreign dialects, the two entities in unison turn around
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the rubber looking pteradactyl stares into my soul and says something
 
“broke"broke ass fool. you do not have any. food. retarddumbass. how do you not have any food. not even bread."
 
on the left, the tall, fur-swarthed entity, with deep white eyes and a skull mask also retorts a few words
 
“take"take this bitchs legs”legs"
 
what
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i dont feel any pain, my legs just slide off.
 
wtf nmigga!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
the blue rubber bird stares at me and yells
 
“eviscerate"eviscerate this retarddumbass."
 
suddenly, both 1471 and fang approach me, and rip my face off
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However, my ceiling begins to creak, and a person blasts out of a person sized hole in my roof.
 
“i"i am gyler toia."
 
The plug somehow crashed through my roof, directly in front of me.
 
He didn’tdidn't even tumble, he just like, fell down standing.
 
Despite the fact repairing the roof is gonna be expensive as hel, (💀) I am kinda excited to see him.
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