So we're standing together on an island, and the ground beneath us begins to shake.
It's a mother fucking earthquake, that's going to split us apart, literally.
So the ground beneath me is moving west, the ground beneath her is shifting east, and we're like nOoOOo!
And our last words.....
Me: Your last words to me was "spamming". now every time I eat spam, I'll think of you. Your turn.
Her: ....
She can't talk anymore because the earthquake separated us until our voices can no longer reach each other.
The end.
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