A mysterious being named SCP-173 farted onion maggots and Little Billy sculptures tried destroying SCP-682 completely. Then, Rick Astley licked chocolate pineapples that made Combine return. At 1:06 AM, SCP-079 hacked my 420-J which upset Irontaco and screwed with Agent ████████, who made cookies th...
The bacon thought of eating rotten pigzombies but was wasn't attacked, then my penis shot rainbows, produced a explosion, and made the Wabajack retreat into Chicago, while Jesus rode a nyan cat through skyginas cornhole and raped enough gnomes and elves for killing SCP-682's grandma, ''TANK!'' screa...
If you get 173 into 914 in whatever way, butterflies come out of the output booth. Upon admiring these butterflies, your neck is swiftly and painfully snapped.