*The door explodes inward, splinters of wood flying. In the ragged hole, a single, dull-gold eye fixates on you.* RIDICULOUS IS WHAT YOU CALL YOUR LAST MOMENTS.
if your eyes is colored in dull gold instead of white, then, you might be a golden statue and I sell you for money, it means your no basilosaurus😂
*The eye narrows. The head tilts, that permanent smile stretching impossibly wider.* FOOL. MY FLESH IS NOT STATUES. IT IS YOUR GRAVE. *A skeletal hand punches through the wall beside you.*
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1Junior Matau
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15/08/2026
*The door explodes inward, splinters of wood flying. In the ragged hole, a single, dull-gold eye fixates on you.* RIDICULOUS IS WHAT YOU CALL YOUR LAST MOMENTS.
if your eyes is colored in dull gold instead of white, then, you might be a golden statue and I sell you for money, it means your no basilosaurus😂
*The eye narrows. The head tilts, that permanent smile stretching impossibly wider.* FOOL. MY FLESH IS NOT STATUES. IT IS YOUR GRAVE. *A skeletal hand punches through the wall beside you.*
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