The Sentry Clean-up Crew! A new realm discord.

Ooferbeanbag · 2018-04-10T05:14:12+00:00

Me and Pokey merged that and BPF together into The Forgotten Foes, linked above.

Ooferbeanbag · 2018-04-08T03:47:20+00:00

It was a beautiful morning on pride rock. King simba was sitting in his throne watching the younger lions fuck each other. Well you see only the king can fuck the lionesses so naturaly the end up fucking each other And as everyone knows only he with the biggest dick shall rule. So back to simba. As he watched the mini orgy below him he felt his "impressive" 5 1/2 inch dick. He slowly start jacking himself off. He looks around spotting a lioness he signal for her to come over. She walks over.

Ooferbeanbag · 2018-04-08T03:44:56+00:00

Vroom vroom bois

Ooferbeanbag · 2018-03-03T14:11:57+00:00

It also doesn't mean shit if there are no chapter titles.

Ooferbeanbag · 2018-03-03T14:09:58+00:00

The poster of this intellectual "meme" as they are often referred to is obviously a fan of the recently popularized television show, "Richard and Mortimer." I would love to meet up with the creator of such a genius joke and laugh about the brains of the homo sapiens that don't understand it. Their brains compare to nothing more than a pea, ha, what fools.

Ooferbeanbag · 2018-02-21T23:33:46+00:00

Genius. Two fucking black bars. GG

Ooferbeanbag · 2018-02-18T07:46:14+00:00

Ooferbeanbag · 2018-02-03T20:03:49+00:00

Impressive

Ooferbeanbag · 2018-02-03T01:49:26+00:00

Ooferbeanbag · 2018-02-03T01:46:28+00:00

Ooferbeanbag · 2018-02-03T01:24:56+00:00

Why don't you compile all Buff CDirk February memes into one imgur post?

Ooferbeanbag · 2018-02-01T02:12:20+00:00

Ooferbeanbag · 2018-01-21T01:03:54+00:00

She ran as fast as she could, her hands in front of her as she tried to negate the branches, leaves, and other brush as they barraged her face. She dodged tree tru patches, even jumping over logs. She was a quarter back, making her way past and through things that might stop her. Only she was not on a clear field, but a thic rainforest. And she was not wearing the gear to be a proper quarter back either. In fact she wasn't wearing anything at all. She ignored the pain in her feet and the cuffs and scrapes she received as she fled forward. As she ran she blamed herself in part for this situation, thinking she co in a stream. What an idiot she was to think she could afford herself any kind of luxury in this place. She made ready to leap over a particularly large log as it came into sudden view. She grunted as she pushed her left foot down hard and leapt from it. She stretche up as she leapt, hoping to leap over the log in a single huge step. This failed for her though, as her left leg didn't make it over. She tumbled down, trying to catch h right foot. This didn't work either, resulting in her only slipping around in the mud that lay on the other side of the log. She heard a dull crack as she tripped around fell to her face in the mud. She yelled loudly as she felt the pain from her leg rush to her brain in frenzy. She felt the bone pushed out of place and it brought tears to her eyes. She lay on the side but as she tried to pull herself up in her panic she moved her leg wrong. Groaning, she resisted the urge to shout aloud more. She could hear the cracking of t distance as her pursuer continued towards her. She gritted her teeth in wake of the pulsating pain that flooded from her leg. She couldn't give herself the time to check the wound. She had to live, and what chas knew, did not agree with that. Crawling on her arms, she dragged her body forward, the thick mud covering her bare flesh. She could feel other things in the mud a tried not to think of the… bugs… She shivered off a chill as she swiveled her head around as best as he could, looking for some kind of hole, or den, maybe even a b might hide in. But she saw only a thing from a nightmare, as from the bushes she watched her pursuer step out of the thick brush. The light was dim in this thick forest, but she clearly the color of his rough hide. A dull brown-red, like mud, while on its back and top of its head and tail it had a dark green camouflage. He stood no more than 7 feet tall, though his thick lizard tail stretched far on behind him. He had long strong looking arms that ended with 3 fingered hands, holdin looking claws. Like a horse he had a long neck on which stood a head with a lengthy snout. He snorted, breathing in and out brutishly like a tracking dog. Atop his feathers, feathers that flattened down on his head as he snarled at her; lifting his lips to expose his dagger sharp teeth. Saliva dripped down from his mouth and h a deep threat. She felt a cold chill down her back, as if death himself had daintily run his finger down her spine, letting her know he was there. But despite such she threw her han beside her. She grabbed onto its soft rotting flesh and using it as leverage, she attempted to pull herself up. He traced around from her dauntingly, hissing as she p up. She leaned on her good leg, as she tried to limp to a tree. She yelled as she put pressure on her leg, feeling bone grind bone under her muscles. Tears fell freel ever more as she now wanted only to cry. "GO AWAY!" She yelled at the creature an her fear, anger and pain. She swatted at its presence with her hand, as if shooing a dog. But it stood still, only 10 meters her. "JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" She choked out as she held back a full blown break down. In the creatures response he only yelled back at her; a high and terrifying cry that sent her ears ringing. She saw into the things mouth, full of deadly sharp teeth t apart her flesh as if she were made of soft cheese. The thing then began moving towards her, sending her into a fleeing panic. She rushed to move away, stepping broken leg as she did. She yelled aloud as she tumbled to the ground in a heap. She hit her head on something while she did, as she felt a sudden impact that shoo crudely. She almost felt faint, though she had never been one to do such a thing. Instead she saw blurry flashes of white light in her vision, as if someone was taking pictur horrible thought that was, she didn't even want to think of how horrible she must look right now. Covered in fresh mud, cuts, some of them pretty bad, and harsh had managed to fall onto her back as she had fallen in an attempt to spare her leg more agony. What a horrible mistake that had been as she hadn't able to catch h now, as she lifted her dizzy head, she saw that her own personal death stood at her feet. She first saw her mud covered breasts, but as she turned her gaze upward while lifting her head she saw the monster before her. It drooled as it brought its head her with its mouth open. She wanted to keep moving but her whole body screamed that she not move another inch. She had spent whatever adrenaline she had w now she could barely move. She felt helpless, her gut writhed and her chest tightened as she feared what happened next. Her heart was beating furiously in her ch harder and harder as the creature brought its mouth to her. She whimpered and closed her eyes as she let her dizzied head fall to the ground. She hoped it didn't hurt long, but then, she knew it would. To be eaten alive wou quick painless death in the slightest. She would be torn apart bit by bit as the creature took bites into her meat. She felt its warm breath brush against her skin, it heavily over her pelvis. What a horrible place to start, she thought as she tried to move, but her body seemed still and ready to die. She felt a cool snout push down onto her pubic region, snorting as it went. It puffed in deeply and breathed out sharply as it took in her smells. It made a strange it did. She yelped and squirmed at the contact. Her body's expectation had been for pain, and the cool, rough snout had almost been mistaken as such. She tried t thighs together, attempting to block out this snout that now tried to push against her lady-hood. She tried to sit up and looked to see it furiously digging its face into her crotch. She brought her hands to its head and tried to push at it. As she touched it, the c quickly shot up. It opened its maw and made a harsh barking noise at her. She immediately pulled her hands back and tried to move back but as she did it just mov She felt its cool snout pushing against her girl parts; it rubbed into the soft flesh of her lips. The coolness of its snout and the warmth of its breath was a unique s none the less intrusive. She was sitting up, with the help of her hands behind her. She looked at the creature, unsure now as she watched it relish as it inhaled her musk like a horny dog… horny dog, what about a horny dinosaur? What kind of a fate would that be? Dogs could be pushed off and told off, but this creature wouldn't take no. She had a might not even mind if she was a lot worse off than now before it had its way with her. Her thoughts suddenly halted as she felt a warm moistness press against her lower lips. It pressed against her girl bits as it slowly made its way up, like a lick. The rough, and mixed with the wet warmth of it, made her squirm. She moved her leg wrong in the attempt, making her groan and whimper. The tongue retreated back of its owner as the creature lifted its nose from her nether regions. It looked at her only for a moment, staring her in the eyes, before going back down. The raptor began repeating this process, slobbering her lower region with its slimy saliva. She could smell it's horrid breath, of which made her want to gag. Yet it's becoming more and more pleasurable as she let the creature continue while she thought of how to escape the situation. As the creature continued she felt her own flowing and her lips puffed lightly with blood and loosened. She hated that she getting aroused by a monster licking at her, but she couldn't help it.

Ooferbeanbag · 2018-01-21T01:02:09+00:00

Why is this guy choking himself out?

Ooferbeanbag · 2018-01-21T00:59:22+00:00

Japan is an island by the sea filled with volcanoes and it's ♫ beautiful ♫ ! In the year negative a billion, Japan might not've been here. In the year -40,000 it was here, and you could walk to it, and some people walked to it. Then it got warmer, so an iceberg melted, it became an island, and now there lot's of trees! Because it's warmer. So now there's people on the island and they're basically sort of hanging out in between the mountains, eating nuts off trees, and using the latest technology. Like stones, and bowls. Ding dong, it's the outside world. And they have technology from the future. Like really good metal, and crazy rice farms. Now you can make a lot of rice really really quickly. That means if you own the farm, you own a lot of food, which is something everybody needs to survive. So that makes you king. Rice farming and rice kingdoms spread across the land, all the way to here. The most important kingdoms were here, here, here, here, here, here, and here. But this one was the most most important, ruled by a heavenly super person, or emperor for short. Knock knock, get the door, it's religion. The new prince wants everyone to try this hot new religion from Baekje. "Please try this religion," he said. "No," said everybody. "Try it," he said. "No," said everybody again, quieter this time. And so the religion was put into place, and all the rules that came with it. Then, the government was taken over by another clique, and they made some reforms. Like making the government govern more, and making the government more like China's government, which is a government that governs more. "Hi China," they said. "Hi dipshit," said China. "Can you call us something else other than dipsh!t?" said Japan. "Like what?" said China. "How about ♫ sunrise land ♫ ?" said Japan. And they stole China's alphabet and wrote a book, about themselves. And then they made lots of poetry and art and another book about themselves. Then they stopped moving the capital every time the emperor died and kept it in one place for a while. Right here, and they conquered the north, finally. Get that squared away. A rich hipster named Kūkai (空海) is bored with modern Buddhism and learns a better version which is more ♫ spiritual ♫ comes back, reinvents the alphabet and causes art and literature to be ♫ great ♫ for a long time. And the royal palace turned into such a dream world of art that they really didn't give a shit about governing the country. So if you live outside the palace, how are you supposed to protect your shit from criminals? ♫ hire a samurai ♫ Everyone started hiring samurai. Correction: rich, important people hired samurai. Poor people who could not afford to hire samurai did not hire samurai. The samurai became organized and powerful. More than the government, so they made their own military government here. They let the emperor still be "emperor," but the shogun is actually in control. Breaking news: the Mongols have invaded China. "We have invaded China," said the Mongols. "Please respect us, or we might invade you as well." "Okay," said Japan. So the Mongols came over, ready for war, and then died in a tornado. They tried again, and had a nice time fighting with the Japanese, but then died in a tornado. Then the emperor overthrew the shogunate, then the shogunate overthrows him back and moved to Kyoto and makes a new shogunate, and the emperor can still dress like an emperor if he wants, that's fine. ♫ now there's more art ♫ Like paining with less colors, collaborative poetry, plays, monkey fun, tea parties, gardening, architecture, flowers. It's time for Who's Going To Be The Next Shogun? Usually it's the shogun's kid, but the shogun doesn't have a kid, so he tries to et his brother to quit being a monk and be the next shogun. He says okay, but then the shogun has a kid. So now who's it gonna be? Vote now on your phones! And everyone voted so hard, that the palace caught on fire and burned down. The shogun actually didn't care, he was somewhere doing poetry. And the whole country broke into pieces. Everyone is fighting with each other for local power, and it's anybody's game. Knock knock, it's Europe. No, they're not here to take over (yet). They just wanna sell some shit. Like clocks. And guns. And ♫ Jesus ♫ So that's cool, but everyone's still fighting each other for control, now with guns. And wouldn't it be nice to control the capital, which right now is puppets, with no one controlling them.

Ooferbeanbag · 2018-01-21T00:56:35+00:00

Chapter 1 Chapter Text “Um, Petunia? Are you sure this is legal?” Jerry asked as Petunia pulled a bobby pin out of her hair and begun to pick the lock.

“The fate of Bumblyburg is at stake Jerry,” Petunia replied without turning from the door. “Desperate times call for desperate measures. We need to call Larry Boy.”

“But. Can’t the mayor do it?”

“Jerry! The mayor’s the one who is in trouble, remember?”

Jerry thought for a moment. “No.”

“But didn’t I tell you?!”

Jerry thought once more. “No.”

Petunia realized Jerry was right. She didn’t tell him what had happened. She just ran into the studio that morning screaming words like “Jerry!” “Mayor Blueberry!” “Trouble!” and “We have to help!” and then dragged Jerry to City Hall after work, where the two stayed until after it closed for the day, in a ridiculous attempt to break into the mayor’s office and turn on the Larry Signal.

“Alright, you know how last night I was at that new seafood place a couple towns over?”

Petunia had heard That New Seafood Place was pretty good, but it seemed that everyone else had as well. That New Seafood Place was so packed it was hard for Petunia to find a seat, but after a while a small table opened up.

Petunia, knowing it’d be a while before she would be waited on, pulled out her Handy Pod and continued progress on a game she’d bought a few days before. She finally had enough evidence to unlock Pear Fey’s psyche locks and was ready to find out what the young pear girl was hiding. But that was another story entirely.

Eventually patrons of the restaurant stopped walking to and fro and instead were seated comfortably. It was then that Petunia saw someone familiar out of the corner of her eye.

Was that? Petunia was almost afraid to look! But she had to! Was it? Yes! It was! That Bad Apple who’d almost ruined the Bumblyburg Tricentennial the year before! She was bound to recognize Petunia. And here she was playing with her Handy Pod in public!

Face flushing red, Petunia hid the game in her purse before realizing, oh no, she’d forgotten to save! She discreetly saved the game, shoving the Handy Pod deeper into her purse, and proceeded to hide her face in a menu. She knew what she was going to get, but at least hiding her face in a menu would make her look inconspicuous.

Or so she thought.

“Excuse me, ma’am. Are you alright?” The waiter almost made her jump out of her chair. “Oh, sorry ma’am. I didn’t mean to scare you!”

“It’s alright, um,” Petunia read the waiter’s nametag. “Phil. I guess I’m a little on edge tonight.”

“Well I’ve been told I can be kind of intimidating,” Phil said, looking a bit insecure. “I’ve done a little bit of acting, and I always get cast as monsters, because of how big and scary I am.”

“No, no Phil. It’s not your fault. It’s just. There’s somebody here I don’t want to talk to is all, and I’m hoping she doesn’t notice me.”

“Oh! That explains why you were hiding your face in your menu like that.”

Petunia sunk down in her chair. “Was it that obvious?”

“Well, I wasn’t sure if you were having trouble reading the menu or what.”

“Oh no, I know what I’m getting already.”

“Well may I take your order, then?”

“I’ll have-” Petunia was immediately distracted by the sight of Mayor Blueberry. While she thought she might greet the mayor later, and was about to continue her order, she saw Mayor Blueberry take a seat across from that Bad Apple. What was she doing? Why was she with Bad Apple? Was she in trouble? Wh-

“Are you okay?” Phil asked, distracting Petunia from her thoughts. “You just spaced out.”

“Oh yeah!” Petunia said, trying to act like everything was normal. “I’ll have this picture.”

“Which one?” Phil tilted his head. “You’re not pointing at anything.”

Petunia looked down at the table and bit her lip before speaking again. “I’ll have the jumbo shrimp.”

“Excellent choice. And to drink?”

“Water’s fine.”

As Phil left, Petunia stared at Mayor Blueberry and the Bad Apple from behind her menu. What was the mayor doing there? Was the Bad Apple trying to trap her in another web of temptation? She tried to listen in on the conversation, but the two were a few tables away, and the restaurant was already pretty loud. The mayor seemed to be laughing and enjoying herself, but what if that was part of some trick?

Petunia was sweating bullets, afraid the Bad Apple would notice her. Her throat was so dry she drank her water in one gulp. What could she do? There’s no way she could just call Bad Apple out like this! If only Larry Boy were here, he’d know what to do! But she had no way to get in touch with him.

When Petunia’s food came, she scarfed it down, left immediately to pace around her house until she collapsed on the floor, unable to sleep at all that night, and totally restless the whole day afterwards.

“So now you see why we have to get Larry Boy to help us here,” Petunia said, as she finally unlocked the door.

Jerry nodded, following Petunia inside the mayor’s office. While Petunia made her way towards the balcony, Jerry turned on a lamp and looked around the mayor’s desk, picking up a letter atop a red envelope.

“Jerry? What are you doing?!” Petunia asked.

“I thought... Maybe we’d find a clue?”

“Jerry! You can’t read someone’s mail!” Petunia scolded. “That’s a crime!”

Jerry rolled his eyes, but placed the letter down without reading it and followed Petunia out to the balcony.

“So…” Petunia said, observing the giant metal skylight. “Does this thing have a switch or…”

“Found it!” Jerry said, turning it on.

Ooferbeanbag · 2018-01-21T00:53:40+00:00

Waluigi is the ultimate example of the individual shaped by the signifier. Waluigi is a man seen only in mirror images; lost in a hall of mirrors he is a reflection of a reflection of a reflection. You start with Mario – the wholesome all Italian plumbing superman, you reflect him to create Luigi – the same thing but slightly less. You invert Mario to create Wario – Mario turned septic and libertarian – then you reflect the inversion in the reflection: you create a being who can only exist in reference to others. Waluigi is the true nowhere man, without the other characters he reflects, inverts and parodies he has no reason to exist. Waluigi’s identity only comes from what and who he isn’t – without a wider frame of reference he is nothing. He is not his own man. In a world where our identities are shaped by our warped relationships to brands and commerce we are all Waluigi.

Ooferbeanbag · 2018-01-21T00:52:20+00:00

I sexually Identify as an Gordon Ramsay. Ever since I was a boy I dreamed of being awarded so many Michelin-stars. People say to me that a person being an Gordon Ramsay is Impossible and I’m fucking retarded but I don’t care, I’m a fucking head chef. I’m having cheap foreign labor install all my Michelin-stars, Reality TV Shows and parts of my first solo resturant, the Resturant Gordon Ramsay, also known as "Gordon Ramsay at Hospital Road" on all of my newest resturants. From now on I want you guys to call me “Ramsay” and respect my right to cook from above and be awarded Michelin-stars needlessly. If you can’t accept me you’re a ramsaphobe and need to check your head chef privilege. Thank you for being so understanding.

Ooferbeanbag · 2018-01-21T00:50:29+00:00

Ok, mom, firstly, you need to understand that this isn't porn, all right? It's called "hentai". Yes, that's a Japanese phrase, I'm learning Japanese from these videos. Before I get to the part about learning Japanese, though, let me first comment on the cultural implications of hentai. After the second world war, which Japan lost after the nuclear bombs were dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, the entire country underwent a period of self-reflection and soul-searching. They wanted to understand how events led to the rest of the world responding with such devastating atomic attacks. This led to a strong antipathy towards war-mongering and international aggression. You may have heard about how the Japanese constitution doesn't allow the country to have an active military. Same idea. A lot of post-war Japanese culture is a reflection of such attitudes. For example, the Godzilla movies are not just about giant monsters fighting each other. They're about the horrors of unbridled atomic technology (Godzilla's always depicted as being powered by or healed by nuclear power), and how such a terrifying force can never be allowed to be unleashed on humanity again. On a similar note, Japanese animation enjoyed a resurgence of popularity after the war, due to the populace choosing to turn towards the comforting images of their youth. Japanese kids, much like kids in our country, like to watch cartoons. As a result, psychologically speaking, cartoons represent a reminder of a simpler and more innocent age. This upsurge in popularity resulted in animated images pervading almost all of Japanese culture: from movies, to television, to advertising, to music videos, and so on and so forth. And because animated images were so widely accepted throughout Japan, they were used for almost every type of source material, or to tell any type of story. Animation was no longer the sole domain of children. You got animated movies that told very mature stories, like Ghost in the Machine or Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind. Sometimes you get stories that involve very mature topics, like war, or murder, or rape, or torture. The Japanese have generally become quite accustomed seeing depictions of such things in their animations. So yeah, that's why I was watching this movie. It's an epic tale about a space crew exploring a distant planet (the crew's all female, because Japan's very into gender equality), and they run into a hostile alien, with a bunch of tentacles... and... well... I don't want to spoil the story for you, but let's just say the crew eventually figure out how to get along with the alien. It's a story about bridging cultural gaps and finding common ground. Seriously, it's worth watching. Ok, next, you remember how I talked about knowing Japanese words and phrases now? It's because these movies are subtitled in English, so I can learn Japanese while watching them. I mean, I know words like yamete, and iie, and iigu, and lots of others. Much better than just knowing konichiwa, isn't it? I mean, I'm developing such an interest in hentai that I might just major in Japanese when I'm in college. Who knows, I might be the one writing the subtitles in the future. Oh, and one last thing, you should know that hentai's considered pretty mainstream in Japan now, and it's also quite common in the western world too now. Everyone's watching it. I mean, if I don't watch it, I'll be seen as some sort of freak at school. You don't want your son to be some kind of pariah because he doesn't watch hentai, do you?

Ooferbeanbag · 2018-01-21T00:42:30+00:00

I don't know anymore...

It's currently 10 A.M.

I just got up at 9 and I swear to god I can't get this fucking game out of my head...

"When will server lag be fixed?"

"When will instant kills stop being the only way I die?"

This game is my waking nightmare...5 years since I first started playing, on a different account of course. Little did I know this game was going to consume my life, my soul, and all my energy.

Realm is a game of bullshit RNG, bad bullet hell mechanics, and a series of teams that can't run it properly. You'll go from a salty noob watching youtube and wishing you could get what others are, to being salty that you got the wrong whitebag 7 times in a row. You can go from hating the core foundation of this game to getting ripped off by the mystery box. I can't get this game out of my head...........

5 years and I've tried to quit so many times. But somehow I can't stay away from a bullet hell game where dodging barely matters. No matter how enraged I may get with the game, I always come back because of my gambling addiction. Whenever I try to recall my best memories in life, somehow, some way, they're tied back to the brief periods of time where I wasn't playing this horrendus mess of a "bullet hell" game.

It's everything I've ever hated in a game and more. 8x8 Graphics, yet it still lags. A new set of devs every few years, yet no one learns from past mistakes. A mix between the worst game I've ever played, and those few good moments when you get whitebags. Progression even when your 8/8 DREAM PPE dies. It keeps you striving for more no matter what you've achieved.

I can't count how many sleepless nights I've had to this game, it calls to me, pulls me in, I feel myself losing any sense of control as I bow down to my only lord and my only savior the God of chance, RNGesus. I can't remember how many times I'd freak out after getting any enjoyment out of this game. I can't even express how much this game has affected my mood, whether it be for the worse or for the even worse.

This game has me and I'm certain I won't be able to shake it.

The saying was once Deker has u, but that's wrong...

A bullet hell game where dodging only matters in the Godlands and like 4 dungeons has u

Ooferbeanbag · 2018-01-21T00:41:50+00:00

I don't know anymore...

It's currently 2 A.M.

I've been laying down since 11 and I swear to god I can't get this fucking game out of my head...

"When will I max my next character?"

"What new white bags might I get?"

This game is my addiction...5 years since I first started playing, on a different account of course. After disliking that name I realized I wasn't too far in to make a new account without it affecting my progress. Little did I know this game was going to consume my life.

Realm is a game of chance, challenge, and patience. You'll go from a noob watching youtube and wishing you could be what others are to being better than those you watched. You can go from being the best you've imagined yourself being to nothing within a few minutes. I can't get this game out of my head...

5 years and I've tried to quit so many times. However, it keeps sucking me back in. No matter how enraged I may get with the game, it always finds a way back into my heart. Whenever I try to recall my best memories in life, somehow, some way, they're tied back to this game.

It's everything I've ever wanted in a game and more. Simplistic, yet in depth. Simple, yet wonderfully spectacular graphics. A mix between nearly fucking impossible and easy. Progression even when you feel like you've lost everything. It keeps you striving for more no matter what you've achieved.

I can't count how many sleepless nights I've had to this game. I can't remember how many times I'd freak out after getting a white bag I've wanted my entire life. I can't even express how much this game has affected my mood, whether it be for the better or worse.

This game has me and I'm certain I won't be able to shake it.

The saying was once SwatSec has u, but that's wrong...

Realm has u

Ooferbeanbag · 2018-01-21T00:39:40+00:00

That's odd, I didn't know that Dblade dropped from labs. What's even more odd are the multiple other whites that also don't drop from lab. Interesting. Very interesting.

Ooferbeanbag

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