PAFAFI

I picked the middle fold and it got destroyed. No mercy.

She chose the left fold and screamed through the whole thing.

He picked a fold and it was like a war zone.

I grabbed the fold and it cried so loud the neighbors heard.

She made the fold cry like it lost its best friend.

He grabbed the fold and it sobbed through the whole process.

I chose the fold and buried it under six layers of shame.

She picked a fold and buried it like it was a dead relative.

He buried the fold so deep it never came back.

I selected the fold and let it rot in the corner like a forgotten snack.

She picked a fold and let it rot until it looked like a zombie.

He let the fold rot so bad it started a smell war.

I picked the fold and set it on fire like a campout gone wrong.

She picked a fold and burned it so bad it turned into ash.

He burned the fold and it looked like a flamingo in pain.