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GREETINGS YOUNG WARD

SO LIKE THIS IS THE SUPER COOL OFFICIAL FANCLUB OF MR. HADRIAN LASTEC

XXVII is like if scented candles and sunrises were a person. His nose is above all manners of description, his nipples are perky as though constantly being kissed by a gentle spring zephr, his armpit hair is fanciful like someone shoved a bunch of unicorns under his arm and just their tails are sticking out. The way he reads newspaper and fills out paperwork is positively ethereal. When he steps on the ground it sighs breathlessly just from having come in contact with the magical dolphins some dare to call his "feet." His eyes are emerald doilies, his lips like two mermaids laying on top of eachother.

_{He is war.} ^{He is peace.} _{He is slavery.} ^{He is freedom.} _{He is ignorance.} ^{He is strength.}

If ever you have felt the sunshine on your face, it was not sunshine, it was XXVII's teeth reflecting off the center of the universe. If ever you have listened to the calming pitter-patter of rain against your window, it was not rain, it was XXVII on your roof with a hose. He is nowhere. He is everywhere. Omnipotence has a summer home in the middle of his face.

_{He's a shooting star leaping through the sky} ^{like a tiger, defying the laws of gravity.}




AND THAT IS WHY YOU SHOULD JOIN THIS CLUB
OK


RULES
I. LOVE BIGNOSE-CHAN
II. BE NOSY
III. SWEAR OFF LEFT HANDS FROM YOUR DIET
IV. ICE CREAM
V. LOVE BIGNOSE-CHAN


SUBMISSION&STUFF
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send a note to this account asking to join, AND WHAT XXVII IS LIKE TO YOU.


HIS MAMA LUVDISC



MEMBERS

<sub>"...to me XXVII is like some wondrous marshmallow fruitcake unicorn hat, and such"

"XXVII IS MORE THAN JUST A MAN WITH A NOSE TO ME....HE'S A NOSE WITH A MAN."

"XXVII is like toilet paper... I cannot live without him"


"To me, XXVII is like of those old 1920s mens' swimsuits. Like there is no plausible explanation for its existence, nor any reason one would want to swim while wearing one, and yet it's so inexplicably wonderful that you just want to knock whoever's wearing one to the ground and roll with them in the sand and let the 1920s oceans wash over you and maybe start singing some anachronistic Grease tunes or I dunno I bet he warbles Chitty chitty bang bang real well.


Or maybe XXVII is far more complex in a way that he cannot be defined by the fashionistas of yesteryear. Man, or mammoth? Proboscis, or Cyrano de Bergerac?

He is an enigma wrapped in a mystery bundled in a question and tied fancily with ribbons of uncertainty."</sub>

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