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>>2304552
thanks for helping this idiot random anon

still waiting for Nene turn.
want to see how hard Coco trying to explain the meme to her

maybe they won't tell their actual name in the first place, since someone like nene exist

(except close friends like Subaru and Okayu)

>>1681701
are you sayin our only hope to get her back is this orange autismo?

>>1649547
should we boycott this girl to avenge what they did to Aloe?

They don't invite the super strongest ceo

>>1459905
doesn't matter, the real reasons to use hijab are to protect female from sexual harassment (since dessert fellas is dangerously horny all the time)

we can't really touch the chuubas

Nene will never get invited, since she was too dork too understand the meme, right??

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Nene gets into a HEATED Dispute with Overseas Fans over the Purpose of Towels [hololive/engsub]
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Maple Leaf Translations
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Published on Mar 9, 2021
Nene has an argument about the purpose of bath towels.

Original Stream: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XmyHd......

Nene's Channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCAWS......


So there I was, the bath towel section of Bed, Bath and Beyond. Why was I there? Let’s just say my towels were losing their fluff, getting a bit too crusty. I usually don’t leave my mom’s basement unless I absolutely have to, so I guess you could say I had to. You might know me. I’m pretty a big deal in some circles. Basically, I’m like a combination of Navy S.E.A.L. and M.I.T. Professor of Rocket Science. That’s right, I’m a Clipper. Bad-ass, I know. My subject, my muse, if you will, was the Greatest Idol in the Universe: Nene Momosuzu. I like to think of us as a power couple. She’s got the beauty, brains, and talent. What do I have, you ask?

Excellent question.

Anyway, I was fondling an eggshell tea towel when I felt the fabric fall over my eyes. Someone had forcefully blindfolded me and bound my hands behind my back. I was bent over and ushered out of the store and tossed into the trunk of a car. Left alone in stifling darkness, suffering every bump in the road, all could I do was curse my ambition. To think I was so arrogant that I would dare call myself a Clipper, that greatest of vocations. I deserved whatever was coming.

The car stopped some hours later. The air was hot and dry and I had a hard time breathing through the peach-coloured towel wrapped around my head. Like a drowning man, I gasped as the trunk popped open and fresh air poured in. Strong root-like hands gripped me by the arms and hauled me out of the trunk and threw me to the ground. I landed in what felt like sand. The towel was ripped away, almost taking my head with it, and I was left stark blind in some sunny hellscape.

As my eyes adjusted to the existence of light, I heard a familiar voice:

“Oi. Are you awake?!”

From my prone state, I craned to look up at the source of the voice. Seal ears, bear paws, varsity jacket… There could be no doubt now. Or hope. I was at the mercy of Momosuzu Nene.

“Oi, Oi, Oi! You think this is omoshiroi?! Mite! Look!”

She threw a tablet at me, which stuck in the sand like a blade. A video was on screen, one that I recognized as my own. It was entitled, “You won’t BELIEVE what Nene said when her WEBCAM accidentally TURNED ON ****NOT CLICKBAIT****”. The thumbnail was a poorly cropped R18 fanart of Nene without a link to the original artist.

“Oi! Zako! Nanika ieyo! Nande did you do this?!”

“I-I did it for you, Nene-sama! I-it was well-intentioned! I swear!”

“Tsk. Tsktsktsktsktsk…”

I knew that sound. That sound meant displeasure. That sound meant I was as good as dead. My only hope now was to run.

I jumped up, all 320lbs of me, like a startled deer that had gotten into the donuts at Tim Hortons when no one was looking. I sunk to my ankles in the sand with every step. Sweat poured in rivulets down my body. Then I remembered what Sonic taught me. I hit the dirt, rolled into a ball as best I could, and started chanting ‘G-gotta g-go FAST!’ After two revolutions I was exhausted. I had accepted death.

I heard the crunching of the desert floor. Footsteps approaching. They stopped near my right ear. Nene stood over me, looking down like she just stepped in something unpleasant.

‘Kimoi…’

She kicked sand over my face and walked away.

As I lay there, naked in disgrace for all the vultures to see, the tears welled in my eyes and flowed over my sandy cheeks. My last words died on the desert air:

“Tasukaru… Nene…”