twiddle fingers fnf lyrics Animated - Good Ending , Vs gegagedogedagedago nugget

I animated Twiddlefinger mod in Minecraft animation but have Good ending :)
- Program used : Mine-imator 2.0 , Model bench , filmora
- Credit to FNF: Twiddlefinger Mod
download :
gamebanana.com/mods/525021
#fnfanimation #fnf #fnflyrics
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hope you enjoy !
- we can do every can =)

[@goofy-ahh101.]

looks like monster school brainrot wth i just looked away for seconds dawg and i have multiple likes??

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[@SteveandCreeper96]

Monster school was good brainrot

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​​@@SteveandCreeper96 the og monster school was good

[@SteveandCreeper96]

@@Caterev0038cool Why you think I said "WAS" Monster school today sucks

[@Ar16552]

Not gonna lie this is actually good

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I walk into the coffee shop with absolutely no idea of what is going to become of today. Will their bond become stronger? Will I be left alone to cry? I don’t know. It smells of coffee of course, and sugar cookies. Oliver and Lexi arrive a few minutes after me and hug when they get behind the counter. I set my space up and start making a batch of cookies so we’re prepared to start the day. Baking cookies was a hobby of mine, and to make it even better, it took the thought of Lexi and Oliver off my mind. Oliver approaches me with a smirk on his face. “Hey,” he says. I take my airpods out and look into his eyes. I stand there and admire them for a little bit. “Maddie?” he asks again. “Yeah?” “Um… just wanted to ask if you wanted to go to our one-month anniversary celebration.” “Oh,” I turn around and stir my cookie dough. “sure!” He turns around and looks over my shoulder at the cookie dough I’ve made. “Here,” Oliver hands me an envelope that looks stuffed. I put on a fake smile and open it. Inside, there’s no invitation to a celebration. It’s a card. Handmade. “L O V E you! XOXO, Oliver” it reads. This is a prank, I tell myself. Looking into his eyes, I can tell he’s nervous. I don’t say anything and move on to the next thing in the envelope. A 25-dollar gift card to a spa. I can feel myself smiling. The last thing in there is a small bag of Hershey bars, my favorite candy. He sees that I’ve found everything he put in the envelope. “That’s what I got for Lexi. Is it good?” he finally says. A look of disgust forms on my face. I slap his shoulder and walk out of the coffee shop. I walk all the way home. “You fvck!ng b!+ch!” I scream when I get inside my house. Lexi is an exact copy of me. She has brown hair like me, blue eyes like me, and likes the same movies and candy as me. The only thing I ever was to him was his type. I should have known that the envelope wasn’t for me. Nothing good is ever for me. It then hits me. I haven’t experienced any happiness since the day me and Oliver broke up. I wait to cry until I’m in my bed.“Why can’t I be Lexi Brooks?!” I cry. I cry for hours. I cry until I can’t cry anymore. “What am I gonna do with my life?” I say while wiping my nose. Oliver texts me. “I’m really sorry about earlier. I didn’t know you would be upset about it like that. I had thought you moved on. Please forgive me. I don’t want things to be awkward. You’re still a great friend to me. And you know what? Lexi broke up with me earlier. So we can be sad together.” “not in the mood 4 ur games rn” I text back. “I promise it’s not a trick. Please just forgive me, Maddie. I love you. I wanted to say that earlier. But I thought you were over me. Lexi was always rude and used me for the money. I didn’t have the courage to end things with her, so I stayed with her. Though I thought I didn’t like you anymore, I realized I still do. Maddie, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” “i swear its not funny oliver. i just want u 2 know im happy 4 u guys” “were not together anymore ily maddie pls just forgive me for everything” “fine! i wanna talk to u irl…come 2 my house and we can talk” “sure maddie :)” *** “Yeah!” I giggle. Oliver’s on the couch with me and we’re watching a movie. He glances at the empty bowl of m&ms and asks, “You want me to go get some more?” “Yeah, that’s fine! Thanks,” “No worries,” Oliver walks into the kitchen and I stay seated on the couch. I pause the movie and get up to fold the extra blankets. The room is dark except for the light coming from the TV. He finally walks back in with the bowl of m&ms and something else. “What’s that?” “It’s a gift card. You want it?” “Um, ok.” It’s the spa gift card from earlier. I smile as I put it in my pocket and unpause the movie. *** “Oliver?” I whisper. It’s 11:35 pm. He doesn’t answer. I brush his brown fluffy hair out of his face and cover him up with a blanket. I don’t know if I can forget everything that happened, but I’m starting to forgive Oliver. The TV turned off because we hadn’t messed with it in a while, so it’s super dark. “Love you,” I whisper. He smiles. An actual, genuine smile. I can feel my face turn red. Oliver wasn’t asleep. You screwed up so bad. As I close the door to my bedroom, there’s a faint whisper. “Love you too,” *** You need to clean this up! I think to myself. My room is an absolute mess. There are wrappers, bowls, papers, and clothes all over the floor. I decide to clean it later, and instead get changed into my pajamas. I get my shirt off, and there’s a knock on my bedroom door. It’s Oliver, of course. “Hey, Maddie? Can I come in?” “Yes,” I wait a second. “Let me get a top back on,” “It’s fine if you don’t have one on.” “You’re drunk.” “I’m not, Maddie.” He’s right. He hasn’t had any alcohol tonight. “Well then, you’re crazy.” “Real crazy,” he says sarcastically. He knocks again. I give in and open the door. “D@mn, Oliver. What do you want?” I say in a half-annoyed voice. He stares at my chest in disbelief. “I didn’t think you would actually do that.” “Same,” I stare into his eyes and just… lose myself. It’s hard to explain. I grab his face and kiss him. He hugs me and kisses me back. *** The night ends with Oliver in my bed. Nothing spicy or anything like that. We’re talking about random stuff. I hold his hand and lie down. He stays sitting on the edge of my bed. “Your room’s a mess,” he says. “I know,” I laugh a little. “I need to clean it up.” I turn so my head is in his lap and I watch him. He looks at me and smiles, and we watch the show on the TV in my room. After about 20 minutes I just have to compliment his eyes. “I love your eyes so much,” I sigh. “They’re so pretty.” I smile as he plays with my hair. Oliver finally opens his mouth to say something. “I love your smile even more.”

[@justjoekingfan2974]

Stop using chatGPT-

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@@justjoekingfan2974 upon a time, in a small town nestled amidst rolling hills and green pastures, there lived a man named Peter. Peter was a simple man with simple desires-he worked hard on his family's farm, tended to the crops, and took care of the animals with diligence. But Peter had a secret, one that he kept hidden even from his closest friends and family-he had an inexplicable fascination with walls. It all started one fateful day when Peter was working in the fields under the scorching sun. The urge to relieve himself became unbearable, and he rushed towards the nearest outhouse. However, as he approached, something caught his eye-a particularly well-built stone wall that bordered the edge of the farm. Its sturdy structure and uniform bricks captivated Peter in a way he couldn't explain. Instead of heading to the outhouse, Peter found himself drawn to the wall. He traced his fingers along its cool surface, marveling at the craftsmanship and imagining the stories it could tell if only it could speak. Hours passed as Peter stood there, oblivious to the passage of time, lost in admiration for this inanimate structure. Unbeknownst to Peter, his father, Thomas, had been watching from a distance with growing concern. Thomas was a pragmatic man who believed in hard work and practicality. Seeing his son enamored with a wall instead of attending to his chores filled him with disappointment and frustration. Days turned into weeks, and Peter's obsession with the wall only grew stronger. He would spend hours each day sitting beside it, talking to it as if it were a dear friend. His neglect of farm duties did not go unnoticed, and tensions began to rise between Peter and his father. One day, in a fit of frustration, Thomas decided to take drastic action to snap Peter out of his reverie. He slaughtered four of their prized cows, the very cows Peter had cared for since they were calves. The sight of their lifeless bodies strewn across the pasture shook Peter to his core. Confused and heartbroken, he turned to the wall for solace, seeking comfort in its silent presence. But as Peter sat there, tears streaming down his face, he began to notice something peculiar. The wall, which had once seemed so solid and comforting, now felt cold and indifferent. It offered no words of sympathy or understanding, no solace for his grief. It was just a wall-a barrier between him and the harsh realities of life. Distraught and disillusioned, Peter began to question everything he had believed about the wall and his feelings towards it. He realized that his obsession had blinded him to the true beauty and value of the living beings around him-the cows that had been slaughtered for no reason other than to shock him out of his stupor. With a heavy heart, Peter confronted his father, demanding to know why he had killed the cows. Thomas, ashamed of his own actions and the pain he had caused his son, could only hang his head in silence. It was then that Peter understood the cruel truth-that his father's drastic measure was a desperate attempt to shake him out of his obsession and make him see the world beyond the walls he had built around himself. In the days that followed, Peter resolved to change. He apologized to his father and vowed to honor the memory of the cows by taking better care of the remaining animals on the farm. He also sought help for his fixation with walls, realizing that his emotions had led him astray. As time passed, Peter gradually let go of his fascination with walls. He focused on rebuilding the relationships he had neglected and found fulfillment in the everyday joys of farm life. The memory of the slaughtered cows served as a constant reminder of the consequences of obsession and the importance of empathy towards all living beings. And so, dear viewers, the tale of Peter and the wall teaches us a valuable lesson about the dangers of obsession and the power of empathy. Sometimes, it takes a drastic event to shake us out of our reverie and make us see the world as it truly is-a place where walls are just walls, and true beauty lies in the connections we forge with living b

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@@justjoekingfan2974 upon a time, in a small town nestled amidst rolling hills and green pastures, there lived a man named Peter. Peter was a simple man with simple desires-he worked hard on his family's farm, tended to the crops, and took care of the animals with diligence. But Peter had a secret, one that he kept hidden even from his closest friends and family-he had an inexplicable fascination with walls. It all started one fateful day when Peter was working in the fields under the scorching sun. The urge to relieve himself became unbearable, and he rushed towards the nearest outhouse. However, as he approached, something caught his eye-a particularly well-built stone wall that bordered the edge of the farm. Its sturdy structure and uniform bricks captivated Peter in a way he couldn't explain. Instead of heading to the outhouse, Peter found himself drawn to the wall. He traced his fingers along its cool surface, marveling at the craftsmanship and imagining the stories it could tell if only it could speak. Hours passed as Peter stood there, oblivious to the passage of time, lost in admiration for this inanimate structure. Unbeknownst to Peter, his father, Thomas, had been watching from a distance with growing concern. Thomas was a pragmatic man who believed in hard work and practicality. Seeing his son enamored with a wall instead of attending to his chores filled him with disappointment and frustration. Days turned into weeks, and Peter's obsession with the wall only grew stronger. He would spend hours each day sitting beside it, talking to it as if it were a dear friend. His neglect of farm duties did not go unnoticed, and tensions began to rise between Peter and his father. One day, in a fit of frustration, Thomas decided to take drastic action to snap Peter out of his reverie. He slaughtered four of their prized cows, the very cows Peter had cared for since they were calves. The sight of their lifeless bodies strewn across the pasture shook Peter to his core. Confused and heartbroken, he turned to the wall for solace, seeking comfort in its silent presence. But as Peter sat there, tears streaming down his face, he began to notice something peculiar. The wall, which had once seemed so solid and comforting, now felt cold and indifferent. It offered no words of sympathy or understanding, no solace for his grief. It was just a wall-a barrier between him and the harsh realities of life. Distraught and disillusioned, Peter began to question everything he had believed about the wall and his feelings towards it. He realized that his obsession had blinded him to the true beauty and value of the living beings around him-the cows that had been slaughtered for no reason other than to shock him out of his stupor. With a heavy heart, Peter confronted his father, demanding to know why he had killed the cows. Thomas, ashamed of his own actions and the pain he had caused his son, could only hang his head in silence. It was then that Peter understood the cruel truth-that his father's drastic measure was a desperate attempt to shake him out of his obsession and make him see the world beyond the walls he had built around himself. In the days that followed, Peter resolved to change. He apologized to his father and vowed to honor the memory of the cows by taking better care of the remaining animals on the farm. He also sought help for his fixation with walls, realizing that his emotions had led him astray. As time passed, Peter gradually let go of his fascination with walls. He focused on rebuilding the relationships he had neglected and found fulfillment in the everyday joys of farm life. The memory of the slaughtered cows served as a constant reminder of the consequences of obsession and the importance of empathy towards all living beings. And so, dear viewers, the tale of Peter and the wall teaches us a valuable lesson about the dangers of obsession and the power of empathy. Sometimes, it takes a drastic event to shake us out of our reverie and make us see the world as it truly is-a place where walls are just walls, and true beauty lies in the connections we forge with living b

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@@justjoekingfan2974 upon a time, in a small town nestled amidst rolling hills and green pastures, there lived a man named Peter. Peter was a simple man with simple desires-he worked hard on his family's farm, tended to the crops, and took care of the animals with diligence. But Peter had a secret, one that he kept hidden even from his closest friends and family-he had an inexplicable fascination with walls. It all started one fateful day when Peter was working in the fields under the scorching sun. The urge to relieve himself became unbearable, and he rushed towards the nearest outhouse. However, as he approached, something caught his eye-a particularly well-built stone wall that bordered the edge of the farm. Its sturdy structure and uniform bricks captivated Peter in a way he couldn't explain. Instead of heading to the outhouse, Peter found himself drawn to the wall. He traced his fingers along its cool surface, marveling at the craftsmanship and imagining the stories it could tell if only it could speak. Hours passed as Peter stood there, oblivious to the passage of time, lost in admiration for this inanimate structure. Unbeknownst to Peter, his father, Thomas, had been watching from a distance with growing concern. Thomas was a pragmatic man who believed in hard work and practicality. Seeing his son enamored with a wall instead of attending to his chores filled him with disappointment and frustration. Days turned into weeks, and Peter's obsession with the wall only grew stronger. He would spend hours each day sitting beside it, talking to it as if it were a dear friend. His neglect of farm duties did not go unnoticed, and tensions began to rise between Peter and his father. One day, in a fit of frustration, Thomas decided to take drastic action to snap Peter out of his reverie. He slaughtered four of their prized cows, the very cows Peter had cared for since they were calves. The sight of their lifeless bodies strewn across the pasture shook Peter to his core. Confused and heartbroken, he turned to the wall for solace, seeking comfort in its silent presence. But as Peter sat there, tears streaming down his face, he began to notice something peculiar. The wall, which had once seemed so solid and comforting, now felt cold and indifferent. It offered no words of sympathy or understanding, no solace for his grief. It was just a wall-a barrier between him and the harsh realities of life. Distraught and disillusioned, Peter began to question everything he had believed about the wall and his feelings towards it. He realized that his obsession had blinded him to the true beauty and value of the living beings around him-the cows that had been slaughtered for no reason other than to shock him out of his stupor. With a heavy heart, Peter confronted his father, demanding to know why he had killed the cows. Thomas, ashamed of his own actions and the pain he had caused his son, could only hang his head in silence. It was then that Peter understood the cruel truth-that his father's drastic measure was a desperate attempt to shake him out of his obsession and make him see the world beyond the walls he had built around himself. In the days that followed, Peter resolved to change. He apologized to his father and vowed to honor the memory of the cows by taking better care of the remaining animals on the farm. He also sought help for his fixation with walls, realizing that his emotions had led him astray. As time passed, Peter gradually let go of his fascination with walls. He focused on rebuilding the relationships he had neglected and found fulfillment in the everyday joys of farm life. The memory of the slaughtered cows served as a constant reminder of the consequences of obsession and the importance of empathy towards all living beings. And so, dear viewers, the tale of Peter and the wall teaches us a valuable lesson about the dangers of obsession and the power of empathy. Sometimes, it takes a drastic event to shake us out of our reverie and make us see the world as it truly is-a place where walls are just walls, and true beauty lies in the connections we forge with living b

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@@justjoekingfan2974 upon a time, in a small town nestled amidst rolling hills and green pastures, there lived a man named Peter. Peter was a simple man with simple desires-he worked hard on his family's farm, tended to the crops, and took care of the animals with diligence. But Peter had a secret, one that he kept hidden even from his closest friends and family-he had an inexplicable fascination with walls. It all started one fateful day when Peter was working in the fields under the scorching sun. The urge to relieve himself became unbearable, and he rushed towards the nearest outhouse. However, as he approached, something caught his eye-a particularly well-built stone wall that bordered the edge of the farm. Its sturdy structure and uniform bricks captivated Peter in a way he couldn't explain. Instead of heading to the outhouse, Peter found himself drawn to the wall. He traced his fingers along its cool surface, marveling at the craftsmanship and imagining the stories it could tell if only it could speak. Hours passed as Peter stood there, oblivious to the passage of time, lost in admiration for this inanimate structure. Unbeknownst to Peter, his father, Thomas, had been watching from a distance with growing concern. Thomas was a pragmatic man who believed in hard work and practicality. Seeing his son enamored with a wall instead of attending to his chores filled him with disappointment and frustration. Days turned into weeks, and Peter's obsession with the wall only grew stronger. He would spend hours each day sitting beside it, talking to it as if it were a dear friend. His neglect of farm duties did not go unnoticed, and tensions began to rise between Peter and his father. One day, in a fit of frustration, Thomas decided to take drastic action to snap Peter out of his reverie. He slaughtered four of their prized cows, the very cows Peter had cared for since they were calves. The sight of their lifeless bodies strewn across the pasture shook Peter to his core. Confused and heartbroken, he turned to the wall for solace, seeking comfort in its silent presence. But as Peter sat there, tears streaming down his face, he began to notice something peculiar. The wall, which had once seemed so solid and comforting, now felt cold and indifferent. It offered no words of sympathy or understanding, no solace for his grief. It was just a wall-a barrier between him and the harsh realities of life. Distraught and disillusioned, Peter began to question everything he had believed about the wall and his feelings towards it. He realized that his obsession had blinded him to the true beauty and value of the living beings around him-the cows that had been slaughtered for no reason other than to shock him out of his stupor. With a heavy heart, Peter confronted his father, demanding to know why he had killed the cows. Thomas, ashamed of his own actions and the pain he had caused his son, could only hang his head in silence. It was then that Peter understood the cruel truth-that his father's drastic measure was a desperate attempt to shake him out of his obsession and make him see the world beyond the walls he had built around himself. In the days that followed, Peter resolved to change. He apologized to his father and vowed to honor the memory of the cows by taking better care of the remaining animals on the farm. He also sought help for his fixation with walls, realizing that his emotions had led him astray. As time passed, Peter gradually let go of his fascination with walls. He focused on rebuilding the relationships he had neglected and found fulfillment in the everyday joys of farm life. The memory of the slaughtered cows served as a constant reminder of the consequences of obsession and the importance of empathy towards all living beings. And so, dear viewers, the tale of Peter and the wall teaches us a valuable lesson about the dangers of obsession and the power of empathy. Sometimes, it takes a drastic event to shake us out of our reverie and make us see the world as it truly is-a place where walls are just walls, and true beauty lies in the connections we forge with living b

[@idrisibraahim74]

man this might be the other mod called Twiddlefinger minecraft wait no even hecking way i just hit 30 likes 💀🎉🎉 Dawg i hit 40 Likes!! 🎉🎉🎉

[@kingmahdiZ]

@@idrisibraahim74 yep maybe...

[@Ashley_graves99]

Minecraft+twiddle finger= middlefinger

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@@kingmahdiZ twiddle finger mod if it was actually brainrot

[@JohariBruh]

​@@Ashley_graves99nah you're genius 💀👍🏻

[@idrisibraahim74]

@@JohariBruh ay thanks!!

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funny thing this is so popular that it got to the original max designer pro video 💀

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fr?

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Bro wants a taste of that fame 💀

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@@r-yv5uz yea, the song is in a KZbin short

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@@DeltaWasNerfed link

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It's the newest short

[@markerfrombfdi137]

Ok why do the nugget eyes giving me monster school brainrot vibes lmao

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0:27 what the fluff did i just watch

[@brauliocruz6616]

Youre everything that i ever uanted

[@large_speakerman129]

Good video, keep it up

[@NiNji_in_Disguise64]

How do you turn a brain rot mod into a literal brain rot

[@ilikegummybearbuddy]

no way a Minecraft video about Max design pro!??!??!?!

[@brauliocruz6616]

Need to get a taste of your Fear

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Need a little taste of your blood🗣

[@amitghildiyal8743]

HE SURVIVED WITH THE TOTEMMMMMMMMMMM. YESSSS-wait.NOOOOOOOOOOOO

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Omgggg i love good endingsss

[@potatopakku]

Best

[@loytf]

I'm not gonna lie this is underrated

[@lorrainehatton1235]

now this looks more like those brainrot minecraft Yt shorts

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Twiddle 0:47

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FIREEE 🔥🔥🔥🔥

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awesome

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Then ue can finally be one

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youre everything i ever wanted

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@@boyfriend976 just a single bite and im through theres no need to beg or bargan cause i only need is YOU!!!!!!!!!!!

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Oh my god Daisy meiser

[@kokochanel2071]

Nugget is not supposed to be scared if he has the cowboy hat

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Minecraft.

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Why is this sad 😞

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The totem of undying is super-OP if you have it while being eaten by a monster 😂

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Of the uasted

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I love it 👍❤

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The W ending

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Wow 10/10 A+

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YEARS

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Chicken nugget dilempar malah dimakan

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Monster school

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Nice bro❤

[@qasimroblox]

monster school if it was actually good

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After All

[@Omori-uhh]

Twiddledinger but in style of actual brainrot.

[@Krok3y]

They mastered the brainrot vibe

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Yay bro had a totem.

[@Edgarmoor]

Double brainrot mod😭🙏

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He died I feel bad now

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he didnt

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underrated

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😮😮😮😮

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Después de todo del buscado años meed para obtener un traste de tu miedo Toma un poquito de tu sangre El Finalmente Podemos Ser Uno eres todo lo que yo quería Un solo bocado y en el comedor No hay necesidad de embolsar ni regatea Porque todo lo que necesito eres tú

[@saleemhassan6933]

Ending make me crys

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The ending made me cry😢

[@JohariBruh]

Monter school brainrot:

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I ❤ IT😊

[@checker_board1991]

Twiddle finger but accurate 🥶🤑🤑🤑🔥🔥🔥

[@OskarKuncewicz]

brainrot mixed with brainrot =

[@Pinkmarsnello231]

After All of the Wasted Years!! (Continue in Comments)

[@hellishnoob696]

This brainrot is fr underrated

[@amitghildiyal8743]

i call this: THW BRAINROT MOD. Because yunno..

[@Miketherealgod873]

0:04

[@kokochanel2071]

Till they made a good ending bad ending

[@mohamadfaizal1745]

Are there any other good morning 😢😢😢

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After all (Start here)

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Of the wasted years

[@Nah_id_win0-w3t]

Need get a taste of your fear

[@ramilbitangcor2879]

Need a little taste of your blood

[@mohamadfaizal1745]

Ini kerana mereka tidak dapat dinafikan bahawa beliau tidak akan terlepas daripada tindakan tegas bukan sekadar

[@kokochanel2071]

There are two nuggets

[@sadiarizwan3097]

HOW???????

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almost like sily bily

[@coolepic519]

why does max have mascara

[@starthingbxy]

👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍

[@kokochanel2071]

And this is the bad ending

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Bro what the

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Beg Not Bag

[@mohamadfaizal1745]

😢 for me to get to the one in a you think you'll it was a you Rayyan

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This video kills my brain😐

[@Destiny_bailey]

First and hi

[@kingmahdiZ]

Hello buddy :D

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I love roblox

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this is not brainrot ..... this is another thing 😢

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After all Start 👇

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Help = 👍

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You have all this talent, yet you want to waste it on brainrot?

[@Retarp-jc7er]

Brainrot, LITERALLY.

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💀💀💀☠️☠️☠️🔥🔥🔥🌋🌋🌋

[@Jaynniel19]

Uhh :(

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bad ending

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Wtf

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Who in 2025 👇

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Trash and med ☠️

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Bro i hate this.

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ok then why you watching it then

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Bro had the totem of undying😂

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