If I was a pro wrestler my persona would be a heel 1970s radio televangelist named the Reverend Doctor Payne who preaches fire and brimstone before every match. Id wear a white linen suit and have a big colonel Sanders facial hair ensemble. My special move would be the Last Rites, a suplex where I grab my opponent by the thigh “like the angel did to Jacob” as if I’m practicing to take revenge one day.
If I was a BattleBots engineer I would also be a heel. I’d have a vertical drum spinner decorated with runes called Yaldabaoth. My pit crew and I would dress in like, romantic era clothing with heavy eyeliner and I’d be the broody arrogant Sasuke type that the other engineers can trash talk.
th3_s3nsitiv3_snack3r: just burst into tears after learning my preferred brand of onion dip would no longer be sold (╥ _ ╥)… but later felt true, human joy when i tasted the newest flavor sour of gummy bears (,,> ᴗ <,,) just another day in the life of me, the sensitive snacker
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