What the chiikawa did you just show me, you little cute creature? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Chiikawa Snuggle Corps, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the Sadness Dimension, and I have over 300 confirmed smiles. I am trained in fluff-ball combat and I’m the top ribbon-tier hunter in the entire Chiikawa universe. You are nothing to me but just another tear-stained face. I will wipe your chiikawa out with cuteness the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fluffy words. You think you can get away with showing that despair-blob to me on the Internet? Think again, fluffy-butt. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of pastel-colored spies across the Chiikawa-verse and your IP (Imaginary Puffy-Cloud) is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm of glitter, you little marshmallow. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your happy world. You’re chiikawa-dead, creature. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can make you smile in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare paws. Not only am I extensively trained in cuddle-combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Chiikawa Hug Force and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable frown off the face of this cute planet, you little sad-blob. If only you could have known what unholy sweetness your little “clever” episode was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fluffy tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn tear-duct. I will spray confetti fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re chiikawa-dead, little one. 💔😭