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RubyRobin: Would a morph with Grumpig be able to do his swag dancing?MzLuluZ: BOOOOOOOOOOY, YOU CAN HAVE ALL THE SWAG DANCING YOU WANT!RubyRobin: Yaaaaaay!!! I shall do Grumpigs swag dance aaaaaaaaaalll day xD
So uhmmmm, you quote yourself huh?.......not weird at all kiddo :p
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