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Back-Then In-Verse Lore Pt.1
- Benjamin Franklin and King George III Letter Exchange:
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- November 1st, 1789
- To: da peasanT
- No bullshit. Give it up already, lil bro. Remember, I know where you live.
- From: Ben Da Thugg
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- November 2nd, 1789
- To: Ben Da Internet Thugg
- Alright, first off, shut your little bitch ass up, you fucking Fortnite gangster. We all know you’re too pussy to pull up to even your friend’s houses, let alone my house or use brandish a weapon of any sort. Second off, no, I will not give it up. I’m allowed to have a passion, to have hopes and dreams, and if you think you can take that away from me, you belong in a special education center, not wherever you are now. Oh, and I just wanna say after receiving your empty message, I now understand why Francis couldn’t co exist with you.
- From: da kinG
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- November 5th, 1789
- To: da peasanT
- You’re going to regret this
- From: Ben Da Thugg
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- November 6th, 1789
- To: Ben Da Internet Thugg
- Regret what, having a stick bent into the shape of a pistol flashed in my face, pussy? I already regret sacrificing numerous of my braincells to have this unproductive and non beneficial conversation with a rabbit hiding behind a lion mask on the computer, so I don’t know what possibly else I could regret
- From: da kinG
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- November 8th, 1789
- To: da peasanT
- You’re going to regret smack talking a real G, which you aren’t
- From: Ben Da Thugg
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- November 11th, 1789
- To: Ben Da Internet Thugg
- Yes, I would probably regret smack talking a gangster if they killed me, not gonna lie, but I know it won’t be you, and I’m glad for what happened 2 months from this exact date. Also, get my name wrong one more fucking time and I’m leaving you on read.
- From: da kinG
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- November 16th, 1789
- To: da peasanT
- Kill yourself
- From: Ben Da Thugg
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- November 20th, 1789
- To: “da kinG”
- Respond, pussy.
- From: Ben Da Thugg
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- November 21th, 1789
- To: Ben Da Internet Thugg
- Shiver me fucking timbers
- From: da kinG
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- November 26th, 1789, 4:20 PM
- To: “da kinG”
- Last chance, pussy. Delete everything, come to America, give a public apology for all the trash disses you subjected us to, and become my slave.
- From: Ben Da Thugg
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- November 26th, 1789, 6:09 PM
- To: Ben Da Internet Thugg
- Okay, first off, I ain’t deleting shit. Second off, I don’t know if you own any other slaves, but I ain’t gon’ be the one to start. Maybe YOU could start with Big Bubba, I already know he comes in from the back door of your bedroom every night, he used to do it in front of Deborah when she was around. Oh, and, isn’t it Thanksgiving for you people? Shouldn’t you people be celebrating with family and friends instead of making empty threats to a guy you’ve never even had a serious conversation with? Just saying, bitch made boy.
- From: da kiNG
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- November 27th, 1789
- To: da peasanT
- You’re going to regret all this blasphemy when I diss you
- From: Ben Da Thugg
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- November 31th, 1789
- To: Ben Da Internet Thugg
- Again, shiver me fucking timbers
- From: da kinG
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