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he wont he is immortal

He’d say “It’s exploding time” and then explode all over the place.

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Ate sodium.

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Ventured into the gaping jaws of a sleeping Giganotosaurus

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Tried to make a rap song using the word pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis, forgot to breathe while rapping and died of asphyxiation.

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In their eyes, you were nothing but a tattered old mop, and they grabbed you with gleeful abandon, twisting and wringing you out like a soggy dishrag, cackling as your poor, overworked brain dribbled out in a pathetic puddle across the floor.

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(thats dark-) You die from missing a dodge roll.

Title: The Day Your Head Literally Exploded from Rage

So, picture this: you’re standing in line at the coffee shop, already running on fumes because your alarm clock decided to ghost you at 6 a.m. The barista’s moving slower than a sloth on a three-day bender, and the guy in front of you is ordering a drink so complicated it sounds like a potion from a wizard’s grimoire. “Half-decaf, triple-shot, oat milk, no foam, extra caramel drizzle, stirred counterclockwise with a unicorn hair.” You’re clenching your fists so hard your knuckles are auditioning for the role of “snowballs in a blizzard.”

Then, it happens. The final straw. The dude turns around, knocks your phone out of your hand, and doesn’t even say sorry. He just waddles off with his potion like he’s the king of Caffeine Kingdom. Your blood pressure skyrockets past “hypertension” and straight into “NASA could use this to launch a shuttle.” Your head starts vibrating like a cartoon dynamite stick, and I swear I hear a faint tick-tick-tick like you’re about to go full Looney Tunes.

BOOM! Your head doesn’t just explode—it detonates with the force of a thousand glitter bombs. Your skull shatters into a million pieces, each one sparkling like a disco ball at a rave. Your eyeballs shoot out like bottle rockets, pinging off the coffee shop walls, and your brain does a backflip out of your cranium, screaming, “FREEDOM!” before splattering on the pastry display like abstract art gone wrong. The barista faints, the potion guy screams, and the espresso machine starts hissing like it’s possessed by a coffee demon.

But wait, it gets better. Your headless body, still fueled by pure, unfiltered rage, starts flailing around like a wind-up toy on steroids. You’re knocking over tables, yeeting muffins into the void, and accidentally doing the Macarena while customers dive for cover. Your disembodied head, meanwhile, is rolling across the floor, cackling like a supervillain and yelling, “YOU CALL THIS A LATTE?!” The chaos is so absurd that someone starts filming it for TikTok, and I’m pretty sure it’s trending under #HeadSpaceMeltdown.

Eventually, your head pieces reassemble like some kind of budget Iron Man suit, and you’re back to normal—well, normal-ish, with a slight twitch and a newfound hatred for oat milk. The coffee shop’s a war zone, the barista’s in therapy, and you’re banned for life, but honestly? Worth it. That’s what happens when you get SOOO mad your head explodes. Next time, just say sorry, potion guy.

You thought you were Popeye, chugged some spinach, and tried to deadlift Starship and its booster like it was a dumbbell at the gym!

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Died because you were too cringy.

died because you talked

Died by my Femboy Pikachu.

The Void consumed.

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Title: Does to ai uprising

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Cannibalized by a small baby who you couldn't push off you because the little fella was too cute

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Cannibalised themselves after reading The Dimensions.

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Exactly my cause of death xD

Blasted off the planet by a shiny shadow sylveon

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Infuriated Mr. Bean.

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Fell to Midnight’s axe.

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