While I can't deny me being a WWE wrestler fits like a power glove (cause as we know, the power glove is so chuu2), I can't pretend I'm not a little disappointed that I didn't get some maniacal scenario where I rant about garbanzo beans and use them to dominate the earth or some such.
Don't worry, though, I'm not demanding a refund. I'll just assume I had a promo about something like that.
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No problem!
This is a cute and pop genocide of love!