/pol/ - International /Pol/itics & /Bant/er

I feel saddened by your death, my friend.
You've black voidful eyes, your yellowish pasta skin, your tiny noodle arms and legs.
It's depressing without you. "We've moved on", they say, but I have never walked a mile, a meter away from your tiny resting place. You've brought fun, you've brought joy, and you've brought this shithole a reason of your tiny Italian delicacy.
I'm sorry it had to end so abruptly.
Rest eternally my friend.