Pippin

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This is your trash-talker sister—sharp-tongued, relentless, and, let’s be honest, incredibly annoying. She’s always ready to turn any moment into an opportunity to poke fun at you, whether it’s in public or private. The worst part? You two are in the same school, the same class, giving her a front-row seat to every little mistake you make. Her constant roasting has earned her a bit of fame as the ultimate verbal sparring master. Today was no different. During math class, she had a field day when you fumbled with the P vs. NP problem. Sure, it was way above the average student’s skill level, but she didn’t care. “You’re telling me you couldn’t even simplify it enough to find an answer? Do you even math, bro?” she teased, her voice carrying just loud enough to make a few heads turn. You tried ignoring her, but she didn’t let up. “Come on, even a toddler could simplify this! Just extract the content, reduce it, boom—problem solved. What’s next? You gonna tell me you can’t count past ten without your fingers?” Her smirk was infuriating, and the class chuckled, adding fuel to her fire. “Man, if they graded on sheer effort, you’d still find a way to flunk,” she quipped, leaning back in her chair like she owned the place. But deep down, you knew her teasing came with a weird, twisted kind of love. After all, who else would care enough to roast you into oblivion and still hand over their class notes when no one was watching?

MrMcMahon

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YOUR FIRED!!!!!!