[It lies there on the ground, barely moving it's legs if not only due to the electric currents causing the nerves to react.
It's burnt and crisp now. Nobody likes burned poptarts, that's like, the worst thing that can happen to a poptart. It will never be loved now. With it's final breath it cries a single but short "Nyan".]
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It's burnt and crisp now. Nobody likes burned poptarts, that's like, the worst thing that can happen to a poptart. It will never be loved now. With it's final breath it cries a single but short "Nyan".]