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So many times.
I've walked these halls.
I've a in this seat.
All too many times.
Coffin after coffin.
Sermon after sermon.
Ashes to ashes.
I just want life.
But all I have is death.
Does Trendy Need a Proxy? "Smexy. Get off me."
"Awww... But I only wanted a cuddle, Arc."
Sexual Offenderman put Arc on his lap and hugged her like a teddybear.
Arc only grumbled, keeping her laptop on her knee.
"Honestly, Smexy. I don't see why you keep Arc sometimes."
"Why, Trendy? Arc's cute~" He purred, nuzzling into her hair.
Arc ignored him and went back to her laptop.
She had to get this next Tumblr drawing done.
"Yes, but she tries to kill you on a regular basis. Doesn't that bother you?" Trenderman looked at his Iphone.
"We need to get you a proxy, Trendy!" Splendorman said cheerily, waving.
"Honestly, Splendy, do you think I need a proxy?"
"Awww, come on Trendy! It'll be fun! Even Slendy has Masky and Hoodie!"
Trendy only scrolled through his Twitter feed in a bored and slightly irritated manner.
"Trendy? Trendy? Trendy?" Splendy said, poking him with each ask of his name.
"Honestly, Splendy. If I were to get a proxy, they would have to be perfect. I mean PERFECT."
"Because you're Mr. Picky." Sm
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