With my knapsack on my back My rifle on my shoulder I'll march away to the firin' line and kill that tranny soldier and kill that tranny soldier I'll march away to the firin' line and kill that tranny soldier

using one of those tennisball launchers for dogs to launch my surplus shipment of marketable plushies based on my OCs at randos in public

I'd hate to have to share a house with 10-20 other full grown adults it's bad enough having to share one with 3-4 adults. I don't know how jeets do it, actual bugmen.

play me some yokai mountain music like cirno used to play