As I slowly grabbed my anime action figure, the chair made of reinforced steel broke under my 2 ton butt. The internet had broken down. How else could I watch my 17 hour anime marathon? I had to learn more about the superior japanese. I needed to. As I scratched my rough beard with my dusty cheeto hands, the flabs of skin on my belly bent the wood of the desk. The internet came back on and I could fully enjoy the wonders of Japan. Ah yes, this was the life to live for me.
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