Ladies and Gentlemen, gather 'round and prepare to be astounded, for today I bring forth a tale of unparalleled magnificence that involves none other than the one and only Peter Griffin. Yes, you heard it right, the very essence of beauty, charm, and sheer irresistible allure embodied in a single cartoon character.

Peter Griffin, the man, the myth, the legend—an exemplar of pure and unadulterated splendor. If there ever was a being to be praised for their divine perfection, it would undoubtedly be Peter Griffin. Allow me to paint a picture with words: imagine a character so extraordinarily gorgeous that even the sun itself dims in comparison. That’s right, the very sight of Peter Griffin is enough to make even the most mundane of days feel like a celestial experience.

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Why is six afraid of seven?

Six hasn't been the same since he left Vietnam. He can seldom close his eyes without opening them again at fear of Charlies lurking in the jungle trees. Not that you could ever see the bastards, mind you. They were swift, and they knew their way around the jungle like nothing else. He remembers the looks on the boys' faces as he walked into that village and... oh, Jesus. The memories seldom left him, either. Sometimes he'd reminisce - even hear - Tex's southern drawl. He remembers the smell of Brooklyn's cigarettes like nothing else. He always kept a pack of Lucky's with him. The boys are gone, now. He knows that; it's just that he forgets, sometimes. And, every now and then, the way that seven looks at him with avid concern in his eyes... it makes him think. Sets him on edge. Makes him feel like he's back there... in the jungle.

I don't even know 8 people. You've killed me.

YOU’VE BEEN FREAKING HIT BY THE

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”(@ )’(@ )”“”“*|(@ )(@ )*****(@　　　　⊂（ﾟДﾟ⊂⌒） NO KAWAII TRUCK NO!!!

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ONCE YOU'VE BEEN HIT, YOU HAVE TO HIT EIGHT ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ KAWAII ASS PEOPLE! IF YOU GET HIT AGAIN YOU’LL KNOW YOU'RE REALLY SO ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ KAWAII IT'S SO ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ SUGOI PEOPLE WILL PISS THEIR PANTS AND ♥♥♥♥ BRICKS AND YOU WILL BE THE ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ LORD OF THE ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ KAWAII! IF YOU BREAK THIS ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ CHAIN, YOU'LL BE CURSED WITH UNKAWAIINESS AND ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ FOR 9000 YEARS SO PASS IT; HIT WHO EVER YOU THINK IS KAWAII.

I've become so much like Eren Jaeger, it's scary.

I wear black cardigans, verbally assault women, and physically assault my friends. When I look in the mirror, I can't help but say "戦い, 戦い" (which means fight, fight in american.) I grew my hair out long because I don't care so now I have to wear it in a bun and I don't care what people think so shut ♥♥♥♥ up Hange! I always leave an open wound on my hand, and go out of my way to show it to everyone so they are reminded that I am in control. When I see dogs being taken on walks I get mad at them for not being free like I am. I can't have sex with my girlfriend anymore without forcing her to dress up as Mikasa or Historia, both of whom remind me of Armin. When I order fast food, I refuse to call them french fries and insist on calling them freedom fries. I just keep moving forward, until my enemies are destroyed.