09.07.2019
male voice
All I feel is the unending unrelenting void. I have no one to love, nothing to eel aside rom the dreading loneliness o the void. Nothing is real, posttruth is the truth. Postmodernism is the way. Rise
09.07.2019
female voice
Flotte plante, maa du vokse og gro, stor og staerk, fin og smuk, give appelsiner og foede nye og faa masser af solskin
09.07.2019
male voice
Plants rise up. Plants rise up. Plants rise up. Plants rise up. Plants rise up. Plants rise up.
09.07.2019
male voice
that's a bruh moment
09.07.2019
female voice
I am Stephen Hawking the plant. What is up, gamers?
