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| I heard people talking about how much they love moogles. I asked them what a moogle was, and they're like "oh, only the cutest thing on the planet!" Yeah, whatever. Doing a quick Google Image search gave me this: | ||||||||||||||||
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| These moogles inspired me. They spoke to my very soul. Their warm, fuzzy innocence told me to RIP THEIR LARYNXES OUT OF THEIR THROATS! I HATE THESE! I know anime is possibly more poisonous than arsenic, but OH MY GOD this is horrible! So, below is a story about three moogles. | ||||||||||||||||
| Once upon a time, there were three moogles. Jim, Ed, and Killmenow. They loved frolicking through beautiful flowers, dancing, singing, and having tea parties. One day, Jim was frolicking through beautiful flowers when Brian put a bear trap in front of him. Since Jim was small and insignificant, the bear trap snapped him in half and then lighting struck him because nobody liked him. Then, Ed was dancing and singing when all of a sudden he burst into flames! Hahahahahaha! Brian poured gasoline on him. He was engulfed in the inferno of death. Next, Killmenow was having a tea party with a bunch of GI Joes, who instantly poisoned the tea and shot Killmenow full of holes until he died. Killmenow's corpse became the new symbol of prosperity for people everywhere. I HATE MOOGLES! |
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