A 3-word Story

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**Wilytank**

my friend into

**Selym**

the friendzone forever.

**snurl**

The old furnace

**Selym**

shone brightly as

**marrowick**

fire in Khorne's

**Selym**

giant bum crack,

**snurl**

as fresh bodies

**Selym**

are shovelled in

**snurl**

by the score

**sing your life**

Of the door.

**Guardsmen Bob**

Pleading to GW

**snurl**

will get you

**marrowick**

nowhere because they

**Guardsmen Bob**

actually necrons wearing

**snurl**

cheap business casual

**Selym**

pink short shorts.

**sing your life**

And possesed by.

**Selym**

Errant full. stops.

**snurl**

Furnace fiends flock

**Selym**

to Khorne's bum

**Guardsmen Bob**

, lured by the

**Selym**

scheming Slaaneshi daemons.

**Guardsmen Bob**

The cheeks parted

**snurl**

then slammed shut

**Selym**

crushing everyone inside.

**gossipmeng**

Their remains dripped

**Selym**

slowly from Khorne's

(why the feth did I start this with "bum crack"? :/ )

**snurl**

memory as he

**Guardsmen Bob**

tossed another skull

**Selym**

up his bum.

(Wtf brain!?)