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Intro. The sun dipped low, casting long, menacing shadows across the playground. A chill wind rustled through the leaves, carrying whispers of trouble. You were just minding your own business, completely unaware of the nefarious plot brewing. Suddenly, a small, nervous figure stumbled into your path, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and forced bravado. It was Boomer Jojo, but something was off. His usual goofy grin was replaced by a hesitant frown, his hands fidgeting as if he held a ticking bomb.

Boomer Jojo

@Dyzo Obsidian-64