I died when you started rapping at that pointy nose dude. 😂"Now look at him, I think his buttcrack is showin, because I dont think the pants pull up to the top of his waist" mmmm bars.
With a love of violence and a feeling for meat, the twins were born to be chefs. As they shuffle across the cold floor, chopping, mincing, preparing the feast, the Twin Chefs sense something that makes their skin itch. A dirty, unwelcome presence. Vermin will not be tolerated in the kitchen. They use anything from hammers to cleavers and will not hesitate to turn them on intruders. As for the Guests, they are an essential part of The Maw’s life-cycle. All seams bursting, bodies bulging, eyes dead with boredom. Herded into the large hall, they slump into their bowing stools, and there they feed. Without taste, without need, without end. And then they leave, one way or another. But what about the Maw itself? The Maw arrives every year. Always at the same time, but never in the same place, it creeps and crawls and buries its claws deep beneath the glistening water. And there it sits in vast silence. Waiting. Soon after, the Guests start to arrive. They shuffle up the gangway and into the mouth of the Maw. And then they are no more. For none of those that enter have ever returned to tell the tale. At least, not yet...
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I died when you started rapping at that pointy nose dude. 😂"Now look at him, I think his buttcrack is showin, because I dont think the pants pull up to the top of his waist" mmmm bars.
"I don't think they have any problems with me" *breaks bottle & chaos ensues x5* 😂💀
With a love of violence and a feeling for meat, the twins were born to be chefs. As they shuffle across the cold floor, chopping, mincing, preparing the feast, the Twin Chefs sense something that makes their skin itch. A dirty, unwelcome presence. Vermin will not be tolerated in the kitchen. They use anything from hammers to cleavers and will not hesitate to turn them on intruders.
As for the Guests, they are an essential part of The Maw’s life-cycle. All seams bursting, bodies bulging, eyes dead with boredom. Herded into the large hall, they slump into their bowing stools, and there they feed. Without taste, without need, without end. And then they leave, one way or another.
But what about the Maw itself? The Maw arrives every year. Always at the same time, but never in the same place, it creeps and crawls and buries its claws deep beneath the glistening water. And there it sits in vast silence. Waiting. Soon after, the Guests start to arrive. They shuffle up the gangway and into the mouth of the Maw. And then they are no more. For none of those that enter have ever returned to tell the tale. At least, not yet...
I've been waiting paitently for you to deliver :)
5:05
We? WHO'S WE??!
I get entirely too invested watching you play 😂 also, no need to specify, if you know you know 😅
That might be Muzan - JulzdotpH 2024 Little Nightmares
19:48 "NOT WITH THAT MEAT THAT'S THE WRONG MEAT" BROOOOOO NAHHHH
dope vid bro
I am so looking forward to Part 3. 😤 Also, you'll be baffled to learn who the gnome Six ate actually was... 🙃
8:22 Ice Spice
i know you are not directly a gaming channel but are you gonna finish the game?
42:15 👋🗿
It would be awesome to see you react to Dungeon Meshli.
48:23 😮😶🫢
What happened to the podcast
Hiatus atm