Ryan Gosling. That’s right, Ryan Gosling. He donned a rather l flesh light costume, complete with a large Hatsune Miku body pillow, as if he was going to an anime convention in 2009. He appeared dreadfully lost, a deep crease appearing in between his brows, with his eyes shining.

Lil Wayne smiled, his immaculate golden grills shining. “I have acquired the most fantastical, stupendous resource! We will advance the communist revolution! No more suffering in this late capitalist society! No! We shall advance! Viva la Revolution!” He pumped his fist up in the air. 

“Why are you talking like that?” Lil B pursed his lips, like a butthole in a video that you accidentally clicked on but couldn’t click away fast enough so the image was burned into your brain just like Grandma Susie’s ashes. 

“Like what?” 

“I hath returned. My human friends. I hath returned from the truest of voids. With me, I carry the elixir of life—anime tiddy.” 

“I’m so confused. I thought this was supposed to be a crack fic. Why is the author talking about stuff she learned in her first year of university?” Chanyeol appeared rather confused. Well guess what. Chanyeol is gone. He never existed. #bye