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Then the end credits play, to the tune of mayonnaise. He sees his high-scores, his achievements, his count of lays, his count of eaten tangerins, his time spent loving, his time wasted. His family and friends his friends and family, wave bye to him, they all cry. He sees their ending as well. And all their off-springs too. He sees himself remembered for the last time. He sees the end of the world. And the end of everything. And all his questions answered. And ALL YOUR MYSTERIES SOLVED. AND EVERY HELP YOU'VE GOTTEN FROM YOUR FRIENDS. AND EVERY TIME YOU'VE HELPED BACK. AND EVERY HUG GIVEN IN WELCOME. AND EVERY DOG AND CAT AND ANIMAL LOVED! AND EVERY GREAT MELODY EVER MADE.
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Jul 7, 2025
Jul 7, 2025 at 5:55 PM UTC
A life lived.
Then the end credits play, to the tune of mayonnaise. He sees his high-scores, his achievements, his count of lays, his count of eaten tangerins, his time spent loving, his time wasted. His family and friends his friends and family, wave bye to him, they all cry. He sees their ending as well. And all their off-springs too. He sees himself remembered for the last time. He sees the end of the world. And the end of everything. And all his questions answered. And ALL YOUR MYSTERIES SOLVED. AND EVERY HELP YOU'VE GOTTEN FROM YOUR FRIENDS. AND EVERY TIME YOU'VE HELPED BACK. AND EVERY HUG GIVEN IN WELCOME. AND EVERY DOG AND CAT AND ANIMAL LOVED! AND EVERY GREAT MELODY EVER MADE.
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Jul 7, 2025
Jul 7, 2025 at 5:55 PM UTC
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