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Hatred weird-ass pixelated foot tapped on the floor in boredom. Hatred was alone in his cacoon heart thing with only the droning of the undodgeable attack of the previous room. Undodgeable unless you have some stupid ghost potion. He HATES that thing. It allowed THEM to come in his fucking vein center and beat him up. He fucking HATES that guy. He HATES their fucking cards. He HATES their praying. He HATES those weird fucking swords.
AND HE HATES HOW BORING HATING HAS BECOME!
Like OH MY FUCKING GOD. HOW IS THIS SO BORING?! IT'S HIS ENTIRE EXISTANCE!!!
He needs to do something else different fast. Or he'll go fucking insane from boredom! Luckily there was a convenient Advertisement for cocaine right behind him.
Hatred stared at for exactly 3 minutes, 57 seconds, and 3 nanoseconds. "... I don't remember putting that there, BUT THAT SEEMS LIKE A GOOD IDEA!"
Immediately he snapped his finger to Manifest some delicious cocaine.
...
There was no cocaine.
His noncanonical parents would be disappointed in him. He can't let that happen! He needs to make Papa Giygas proud!
Trying Again, he got on his knees and started PRAYING!!! For cocaine!!!!! Like a normal person!!!!!!!
[Hatred's calls were absorbed by the darkness.]
"..."
"I genuinely forgot that happens here. Oh well!" he shrugs, "Time to pull out my emergency cocaine!" he announces to no one while grabbing a bag of the good white stuff from his hammerspace and spilling it all out over the table.
"Anyway, three minutes in heaven coming in 3, 2, 1... GO!"
Then he violently smashes his head multiple times on that table and then violently rolls his head around on it like a dough roller over dough. Meanwhile violently sniffing it all in.
While hatred is doing his business Greeds walks in from a non-existent door. "Hey, Hatred have you seen my pile of TIX- WHAT ON BUILDERMAN'S NAME ARE YOU DOING?!?!"
Hatred looks up from his sniffing session, his face a spooky wooky sight. His entire turned white with cocaine like the Toby fox shower foam picture.
"GREED SHUT THE FUCK UP, I'M DOING COCAINE!!!!!" Hatred yelled so loud that even Bizville could hear it. Impressive.
Greed, understandably traumatized by Hatred looking like Toby Fox foam shower.png but with cocaine, runs away. First running into the nonexistent wall before finding the nonexistent door and dashing away.
That left hatred alone in the room again.
"Well, now I get more cocaine, yay!" he cheers before smashing his head through the table.
To be!
Continued!!!!!!