Lets see your prophecies folks, I’ve got lathes for all
No takebacksies, I will find you and make fun of u if u end up rong
Lets see your prophecies folks, I’ve got lathes for all
No takebacksies, I will find you and make fun of u if u end up rong
The Electoral college unveils from behind a sliding metal door Candidate X, an 18 foot tall behemoth of a machine spewing smoke and depleted uranium rounds as exhaust. It lets out a mighty roar like metal gear Rex could do for some reason and starts stomping to the white house where it sits on the roof, spews a plume of fire into the air and signs bills into law.
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