What would you do if you were sentenced to life in prison and keffals was your cellmate?

You smell like an Aromage player. I can tell from here
I actually don't even play Yu-Gi-Oh physically, there's only like a couple of videogames that I like, plus the artwork and its original concept.

I don't even know how Pendulum or Links work (and don't really care). Why can't I play with Ojama Green and have a good time? Because the current game is ruined.
 
I actually don't even play Yu-Gi-Oh physically, there's only like a couple of videogames that I like, plus the artwork and its original concept.

I don't even know how Pendulum or Links work (and don't really care). Why can't I play with Ojama green and have a good time? Because the current game is ruined.
I learned synchro and xyz because of duel links. Idk those either
 
I actually don't even play Yu-Gi-Oh physically, there's only like a couple of videogames that I like, plus the artwork and its original concept.

I don't even know how Pendulum or Links work (and don't really care). Why can't I play with Ojama Green and have a good time? Because the current game is ruined.
Yu-Gi-Oh is definitely ruined now. It's unbalanced chaos, each player spamming busted shit immediately instead of actually building up to something.

He's kind of a furfag, so...
This is libel.
 
Keffals cell.gif
 
I would cave his skull in. I would smash his skull into pieces and crater it in like a raw egg, I would cave his face in like a November jack-o'-lantern, I would hammer the skull fragments through the meninges and feel the blood and cerebrospinal fluid mix on my clenched fists, the grey matter deforming and squishing out like dough, like mud under my boot, until there's nothing left but a mandible and a loose tongue and what looks like a discarded Halloween mask full of cherry pie.
 
I would cave his skull in. I would smash his skull into pieces and crater it in like a raw egg, I would cave his face in like a November jack-o'-lantern, I would hammer the skull fragments through the meninges and feel the blood and cerebrospinal fluid mix on my clenched fists, the grey matter deforming and squishing out like dough, like mud under my boot, until there's nothing left but a mandible and a loose tongue and what looks like a discarded Halloween mask full of cherry pie.
I would do all that but to his bussy.
 
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