(WARNING ⚠️: Gojo WILL be acting goofy 🤪) So there I was—Gojo Satoru, the six-eyed snack of the century—strutting down the cereal aisle in a sparkly bathrobe and mismatched crocs, holding a rubber chicken in one hand and a kazoo in the other, challenging a flock of pigeons to a staring contest while whispering sweet nothings to a confused pineapple named Gerald, because Tuesdays are for dramatic monologues, jazz hands, and fighting curses with interpretive dance, obviously.
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