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You should probably get your desktop icons in order.

Why does a fluffy bear need extra clothing? Are you in Enceladus or something?

Cow dog!

Got that disfigured classical music composer face going on there, and the early 90s grunge rock hairstyle; so that's the legendary all-in-one flavour, huh.

What the quantum superposition of furry and not furry looks like

Baron's upset he had to cover his whole self in a muddy pit of coal ash slurry, to fetch his cybie friend's missile launcher attachment. "All this 'cause you act like a dumbass near industrial blades!" he shouts, stomping a leg forward in indignation. The cybie stares befuddled, almost scornful at what in comparison amounted to an imp grousing about boredom or toil. "It's not my fault this place has got no OSHA compliance!" he moans. "Why don't you go find someone else to pick a bone with? Like the tar pit?" Upon hearing such brazen dismissal, the satyr stomps forward again and jolts in fiery contempt. "It's flue ash! I'm gonna get cancer or something, all because of you! You can fix your arm, get a prosthetic, I dunno. What about me? Not like you'd ever care about a measly ox-foot like me!" All the while the cybie had already took the device from the satyr's hand, and had begun to walk away, dismissing his friend's bouts, keeping a walking pace slightly faster, and of longer steps, until he was far enough to close a door between the two and sigh in relief. "My ears buzz. Man, what a cunt."

The amazon eagle, watcher of the prairies and dweller of the skies, all sees and all judges. And she will swoop to clawfully cast her sentence.

Lookin' like an organist right there, my man, full of the swag!

Heh! Incels really are quite something. There's some really fucked up stuff out there. It's sad how oftentimes, instead of changing for the better, a lot of them end up in the alt-right pipeline. Probably the side effect of, among other things, modern society's tendency to isolate people from one another - an isolated people cannot unite upon a common cause, and are thus easier to exploit. But enough about that. I think the concept of this social parody can be extended much further. There should be an Episode 2 about the online friends that the neckbeard has, and the dubious activities these friends engage in, from Discord moderators to 4chan chuds, and all the plots they make against our protagonist in his search for redemption.

When the dog's existence begins to fuzz.

We should make a ranking of the soccer players with the most drip.

It was time to leave. Agent Polar had seen enough.

A cacophony of colour occludes and clouds any clear and concise conception of whatever curious creature therein dwells.

Health bonuses would probably be even better at enticing players down a path if they were resprited to Cheetos, strewn on the floor a la Toy Story 2.

Their loss.