| Probability | Text |
|---|
| 88% | Watch Africa, oh man! | ▶️ |
| 87% | I refuse to prove that I'm this, that's God. But, please deny his fate and I'll trade you on nothing. That's it. The bagel's fate should have been given away. It proves his, and so therefore you doubt QED. Oh, yes, it's called I haven't thought about. I'm not too dirty enough to flog it. I'm not too serious, man. I'm from oncology, proves it's like his wife, and gets killed on the next speed of crossing. | ▶️ |
| 88% | This old man, he played one, he played Nick Nack on my tongue for the mink Knack probably won't give another bowl This old man came rolling, oh son | ▶️ |
| 89% | Oh, he's gonna be- Take an answer, or I can't be a fucking sh- Whatever man's on him. | ▶️ |
| 93% | The beginning is a very delicate time. Know then that it is the year 10,191. The known universe is ruled by the Patishaw Emperor Shaddam IV, my father. In this time, the most precious substance in the universe is the Spice Melange. The Spice extends life. The Spice expands consciousness. The Spice is vital to space travel. The Spacing Guild and its navigators, whom the Spice has mutated over 4000 years, use the orange spice gas, which gives them the ability to fold space. That is, travel to any part of the universe without moving. Oh yes, I forgot to tell you. The Spice exists on only one planet in the entire universe. A desolate, dry planet with vast deserts. Hidden away within the rocks of these deserts are a people known as the Fremen, who have long held a prophecy that a man would come, a Messiah, who would lead them to true freedom. The planet is Arrakis, also known as... | ▶️ |
| 89% | Give me that Dorsey, man! You don't need the Dorsey! Oh, the Dorsey! AHHH! | ▶️ |
| 86% | Oh man, we're getting pracked man, we're getting pracked, I'm freaking out man. | ▶️ |
| 87% | And like that just seems to be a bunch of pictures are dead. This is a lot here. Secret shame. Man, this is gonna want to load. Guys! Wow. Just fuck the DSI. Hot screen. It sucks. There's a crappy system. What else is here? Let's go to uh... There's a lot of crap in here. Gander bender chain. Oh, this is gonna be good. Wow. No stealing. Draw your own seeds or have a seconder. No stealing. No hating. And I can't go more. I can't do more. This isn't just cancer. Yeah. Fuck the DSI. The crappy system. No, you don't see. I'm going crunchy real quick. Wow. Why is there really heroes in this crappy techno duct that needs a good auto tune? And look, man. Real serious crap. Screw it. I'm just gonna try off the 3D. I mean DSI. This is just stupid. Tuna Memo's crap. It just is. Don't even bother with it. Unless you want a cringe because that's the only thing Tuna Memo is good for. That's all I have to say. Thanks for watching. And I'm done with this. This is just a nightmare of cringe. | ▶️ |
| 84% | Oh man. | ▶️ |
| 87% | Oh man. | ▶️ |
