SILLY SILLY EARTH CHILD.
WHERE I COME FROM, WE DON'T HAVE SEASONS.
SILLY SILLY EARTH CHILD.
WHERE I COME FROM, WE DON'T HAVE SEASONS.
NO SEASONS!? NOT EVEN SEASONS OF LOVE!?
NOT EVEN THAT.
Five hundred, twenty-five thousand, six-hundred minutes...
...wat
It's a song.
Called Seasons of Love.
orite

May 26th - The Final Countdown
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FANTA AND PIZZA.

NAH MAN. The bubbles in your drinks truly make the experience special with pizza.
Though I prefer more pizza with my pizza.
My Nuzlocke run is stressful. I now have a vendetta against Magnemite.
I will never do a Nuzlocke. Ever.
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