Cinnamon Toast Ken!!
PEW~DIE~PIE~EYE~
YOU SON OF A BEETCH!
K: You racist white privileged son of a bitch!
Hey, I happen to be ALBINO in this game
*triumphant music*
K :pffffvv P: Your country...
Your country
K: OHHHH P:*laughs*
Oh, hell no you didn't
K: Hell no you didn't!
Oh that's right I'm bringing the country card
P: Oh that's right bring in the country cards!
K: Oh shit!
K: Oh.. your hat! BITCH
P: NO YOU DID NOT SAY THAT ABOUT MY HAT!
K: Ohh! Your hat-
P: Your country...
K: ohh ohh ohh...
P: TELLS DIRTY JOKES AT FUNERALS!
K: OHHHH!!!
P: BOOM!
K:NOOOO
k:son of a--- YOUR HAT
k:Was defeated...dfffdffd...DANCES LIKE!
k:yeah your hat dances..(pewds laughing in the background).. what else you got to say?
k:You didn't have a fucking hat!
P: Okay. Wait wait wait wait!
P: Your country tells dirty jokes at funerals
P: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND!!!!!
K: Oowwww!! Aaaand?
K: Your hat dances like...a lumberjack!
P: No! K: Burn! P: No! K: Burn! P: No!
K: BOLOLOLOH!
P: Your country tells dirty jokes at funerals aaannnd...
*breathes* WAS DEFEATED BY....!!
K: Oh my god.
K: Oh my god! P: Better prepare.
P: ...for the launch attack!
K: Aaaaand! P: *laughs*
*both laugh*
K: Eh uh eh uh uh uh! P: Oh No! Oh No! No! No!
P: No!
P: I clicked the wrong button! K: You jokin'?
P: Fuck! K: Worked with...!
K: and worked with!
P: My hat did not work with anyone! K: Your wife...
K: AAAANND!
P: No! Stop!
P: Stop! K: ...doesn't own a colored Telly!
P: NOOOOUAGHUAGHUAGH!!!
K: *roars like viking*
*both laugh*
K: Am I done? Is that it? P: Alright
P: Bring it, Ken! Bring it, motherfucker! K: Your Husband!
P: No! Do not talk about my husband!
K: OHOHOHOHO!
P: Oh no! K: Hell yeah!
P: dances like...oh fuck. No! K: Wrong grammar! Wrong grammar!
K: God dang!
K: Your husband...is very naughty. P: NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
*Ken laughs demonically*
P: An ordinary pigsty
K: Yeah, alright. Your husband is very naughty
K: fuck! P: yeah! wrong grammar!
K: Your husband is very naughty. Ugh, give me the and. P: Aand.
P: An ordinary pigsty secretly adores you!
K: Oh God! And...
K: doesn't like... P: and everybody knows that!
P: That's right motherfucker!
K: and doesn't like... YOUR PIMPLY ARSE!
P: NOOOOOOOOOOO!
P: My husband doesn't like my pimply arse! K: Ouwww!!
Nig-: Yeah, tell him. Yeah, point that finger at him.
P: My pimply arse, how did you know about my secret?
K: Ready for another round?
P: Oh your son... K: *breathes like a pussy*
P: That's right. K: Not my thon. *in a lispy bear voice*
P: Your son!
K: You know what? P: Yeah?
K: Yo mama! P: Noo!
P: NOOOO!!
P: Nooo! Your son
P: looks like
K: *breathes heavily*
K: Oh my god. P: Oh it's comin' up
K: Your mother
P: You'd better not say anything about my mother, Ken.
P: You nothin' but a-
K: HAS BUM CANCER!
P: WHAT THE FUCK?!
K: *has seizure*
P: How dare you say that?
P: What the fuck?
K: Right!
P: Oh oh Okay. Alright alright alright.
P: Okay okay okay.
P: Well, your son looks like...A MUPPET!!!
K: BOLOLOLOLOLOL!!!! *then cries*
K: It's true.
K: Your mother has bum cancer AAANND...
P: What's worse that bum cancer?
K: doesn't like
P: No, you don't know what my mother likes. You don't know-
K: this poor man
K: *slurps*
P: Uhuh. Okay.
K: Sir!
P: Oh, are you making a penis in the mouth? K: Oh yeah. You like that?
K: You mother- P: Oh No! I do not like- ruuuuude!
K: Oh ruude!
P: Six teen!
P: That's gotta be fifty points. K: Woohoo!
K: Eight half damage! Weak! P: Fuck you!
K: You! P: No! K: You, sir
K: startin' out strong
*both giggles deviously*
P: Yo' FAAAATHAAA...!
K: *inhales atmosphere* Not my papi
P: Yeah, bring it up to peepee code [?]
P: dances like..! K: *has asthma*
K: My father does not dance. How dare you, sir?
P: That's right. He's a crippled son of a bitch!
K: You and your sister
K:Hmmm...Hmmm...
K: are not part of Europe!
P: Nooooooooooo!!
P: Noooo!
K: Great exit, baby!
P: Noooo! K: Oh god! I'm sweatin'.
K: Ah. That's actually true. Brexit.
*both laugh*
K: You ginger!
P: No, you did not call me the worst foul name in the entire English dictionary!
P: Your mother
Nig-: Hmmm...
P: Your mathaa...
K: A hamster
K: has worse hair than P: No! No! No!
P: Oh, okay. Alright. Well, your motha'
P: was farted on!
P: No, what?
P: Noo! Nooo!
P: Uwahghghgh!
P: Nooo ohohohoh
K: Ahh a hamster has worse hair than you!
P: *realizes meaning*
P: But hamsters have excellent hair, so thank you.
K: You're not gonna make it, brother!
K: Hamster has worse hair than... P: Spare-
K: And P: No! No!
P: No! K: sends you the warmest pots of dishes!
P: No, I'm out of here.
P: No, I can't stand it anymore!
P: I can't stand it anymore.
P: Ahh! Ahaah!
P: I don't wanna live!
P: Stop! Stop!
P: Owwww!
P: Na-ahhh!
*drum roll*
P: It's time...for round two!
P: fu- fu-
K: My twin brother P: Nah-No!
P: twin brother, motherfucker
P: This conversation
P: I'm starting hard
K: What about this conversation? What's wrong with this conversation?
P: smells of
K: Your cuntry P: Don't say
P: anything about Sweden, Ke-
K: is getting FAT!
K: getting FAAT! *pewds has seizure*
K: *laughs* Calm down.
K: It's okay. P: Whaaght?
K: Alright. Alright. Your country's getting fat AAANND
K: *burps* has bad breath
P: No fuckin' way
P: How fuckin' dare you?
P: How fuckn- alright K: Oooohhh P: Alright, well taste this.
P: This conversation smells of your hat, motherfucker. K: Owh!
K: Ooo god, I burned.
P: It hurts, doesn't it? It hurts, doesn't it, when you say that?
K: Your house
P: Oh not my house!
P: Not my hoooouse!
K: Your house
K: Your house is worthless!
P: Not my house! I don't even own a house. How dare yo-
K: What the- It can't be sold on this market.
P: You stalked....YOUR WIFE!
K: *uses inhaler*
P: *fires machine gun*
P: Your mother....is full of eels!
K: Oh, not the hig Tyson pie [?]
*both laughs at inside joke*
P: Your mother is full of eels
K: What you got now?
P: I bet!
*both laugh* P: BUUUUUURRRRNN!
K: Your [inaudible] armpit yourself.
K: Your son P: Noooo!
P: Not my kettle, he would never do that.
P: No. Please. No more about my kettle.
K: Is...
P: No please. Stop!
*both laugh*
K: and wanted to be
P: Grab 'em motherfucker K: This conversation
P: Uhuh, what about it?
P: What about this conversation, Ken?
K: THAT'S RACIST! P: *thumps table*
P: NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! *while thumping table*
K: You racist son of a bitch!
K: I knew it!
P: Your country, your shitty America
P: Your country is an uneducated nincompoop aaannd K: *takes it seriously*
P: and is no more, cause Trump is President, motherfucker!
K: How dare you!
P: *fires machine gun*
K: Your pimply arse is in jail
P: You don't know where my pimply arse been. You don't know where my pimply arse been.
P: Don't yo- Watch your tongue Ken
P: 'cause your next words might be your last
K: [inaudible] What else you got?
P: IIIIIIIINIIIIIIIIIT! *goes wild*
*hip hop music plays*
K: Whyyyyyyy!!! Oh Jesus! P: What's fucking right. I don't play around, motherfucker.
K: [inaudible] I promise
K: This conversation is silly.
K: No way, sir!
K: INIIIIIIT!!!
P: *gets roasted* Not the innit! Not the innit!
*sad music plays*
K: Ah, you lose!
P: No! K: *laughs victoriously*
P: No. K: Oh dang!
P: You think this is over, Ken?
P: Cinnamon Toast Ken! *sad music still playing*
P: I don't need a game to roast you.
P: I'm ready for the real fire.
P: You got hobbit feet, bitch!
K: Oh god! Ohh!
P: That's right. They look like you should change your name...TO FRODO!!
K: *cries after realizing truth*
P: That's right, that's right.
P: No one fucks with Pow-die-pah.
*Ken's cry turns to burp*
P: You should delete your computer.
P: Next time I'll delete your System32, you fuckin' bitch.
P: I'm never playing this game. Fuck you.
P: Fuck you. K: *accepts he's a bitch* I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
P: No. It's too late. It's too late to apologize, Ken.
K: Wha- what? P: I'm sorry for what I said.
P: I didn't really mean it. *"It's too late to apologize" song plays*
P: I hope this video doesn't tear a hole in our friendship.
K: Ugh. (translate: it did)
P: I wanna tha- *laughs* I wanna say I'm sorry.
P: for the hurtful things I said.
P: especially to you. So,
P: Your mother does not have eels in her.
P: I know that.
K: She juiced them out properly. Thank you.
K: It's okay. P: Now, don't you have anything to say to me?
K: Ugh. Okay. Okay. *clears throat*
K: Your pimply ass P: Yeah
K: It didn't go to jail.
*"It's too late to apologize" song plays*
*Poods is touched*
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