This sound is from Gordito Soundboard

"Cual es el plan gordito?" A voice echoes through the room, its deep timbre carrying a sense of urgency. "Noou Gordito Apocaliptico," another voice joins in, filled with a sense of foreboding. The sounds of chaos and destruction seem to swirl around, with words like "Alepro" and "Y no es gripa gordito" adding to the atmosphere of unease.

"Lider comunista Gordito," a strong voice declares, a hint of defiance in its tone. "No señores Gordito," a voice interjects, firm and unwavering. The tension in the room is palpable as each word is spoken, the weight of their meaning hanging in the air. "Quieren eso?" gordito, another voice challenges, the sound of uncertainty evident in its inflection.

The room suddenly fills with the sound of a warning siren, followed by the words "Bombas nucleares gordito." The sense of impending doom grows stronger with each passing moment, as the voices cry out "Piensenlo Gordito." The urgency in their tone is impossible to ignore, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily on those present.

"Bonitos y gorditos muchachos," a voice coos, breaking the tension with a sense of false comfort. "Nueva orden gordito," another voice declares, a hint of authority in its words. The conflicting messages in the room only add to the sense of confusion and fear, as the sounds of chaos continue to swirl around.

Suddenly, a familiar voice cuts through the noise, the sound of "Gordito pou" ringing out loud and clear. The sense of familiarity is a brief respite from the chaos, offering a moment of solace in the midst of uncertainty. "Gordito1," another voice chimes in, its tone soothing and reassuring in the face of impending danger.

"Tutela jesus gordito," a voice murmurs, the sound of reverence in its words. "Pueblo dlfkkjfglkdfj gordito," another voice adds, the unfamiliar sounds adding to the surreal atmosphere of the room. The cacophony of voices creates a sense of disorientation, as the true meaning behind the words remains elusive.

"Contar la verdad Gordito," a voice declares, the sound of determination in its tone. "Ollanta humala Gordito," another voice adds, the weight of responsibility evident in its words. The room is filled with a sense of purpose, as the voices ring out with a sense of conviction and resolve.

Another voice joins in, the familiarity of its sound a welcome presence in the chaos. "Gordito (Diego)," it declares, a sense of camaraderie in its tone. The room seems to quiet for a moment, the weight of the words hanging heavy in the air.

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