It persisted until the end of the 26th of the month, but the results fell short today.

Fat Fish has been sitting in front of a computer in the morning. Until now, his eyes are almost blind. The writing is all shit. The unprecedented Cavin should have been a full-blown theological war. Tang tentacles led the nightmares of the gods under his command. The results are written without any feeling.

I wrote thousands of shit-like texts. I do n’t want to stain everyone ’s eyes. I do n’t want to work hard. I ’m sorry everyone.

Pooh!