Teoi rode the ride of one thousand deth-JACKALS, and looked about sullenly. "Teoi is my name," thought Teoi, with a nervous chuckle. Most people didn't think that Teoi was a good name. It helped Teoi to think about his name over and over. It stopped the bleeding. "Teoi, me, heh."
Then it came, one overcast day, that Teoi thought "Hey, I'm Teoi."
And then, one day, as he was riding through a musky swamp, "I'm sure named Teoi, alright, heeee."
It wasn't until he was midway up the castle wall when Teoi realized his name was really Teoi. He plummeted to his death. Gosh
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| TEOI |
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But then.
He began to think "My name is TEOI... Ha ha"
But he was still dead.
Then again, aren't we ALL. Teoi, that is.
Sometimes, we go through a Teoi phase, but no, we aren't all Teoi. That's silly.
Speak for yourself, Teoi.
Teoi.
Heeeeee