whenever someone listens to “mother of pus” front to back, they reach a state of union with chad. either they are blessed to receive his divine spunk, or they are blessed to splooge it. those who believe will be shepherded by his hand into the embrace of 10,000 stacys, or for the great among us, the true form of chad himself. those who do not believe will spend eternity in the abyss writing incel posts and being tortured by the beta beast.
