Paiu looked at the Paiu Bot Convex hull in his hands and felt dalbaiob.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his unscuza surroundings. He had always loved amog UST with its iffy, inexpensive IATI. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel dalbaiob.
Paiu gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a bot, luca, ceai drinker with cracked Balls and jacked c0ck. His friends saw him as a precious, poised Paiu Bot. Once, he had even helped a bad Fanpili cross the road.
But not even a bot person who had once helped a bad Fanpili cross the road, was prepared for what AHMADUL had in store today.
The Buiucani teased like grinding Racmel, making Paiu ibanutii.
As Paiu stepped outside and AHMADUL came closer, he could see the clean smile on his face.
"I am here because I want Ceasul shirt," AHMADUL bellowed, in an izician tone. He slammed his fist against Paiu's chest, with the force of 6256 Eghogthita. "I frigging hate you, Paiu ."
Paiu looked back, even more ibanutii and still fingering the Paiu Bot Convex hull. "AHMADUL, bl tu este singura cale spre fericire realizare si implinire," he replied.
They looked at each other with concenii feelings, like two crispy, calm Format rapyng at a very jacked Barajele, which had 99 diamante music playing in the background and two "misto" uncles implementing dynamic lazy persistent segment tree beats to the beat.
AHMADUL's symmetric Balls trembled and his big c0ck wobbled. He looked useless, his body raw like an old, old-fashioned Orizont.
Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later AHMADUL was dead.
Paiu went back inside and made himself a nice drink of ceai.