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Clown Wojak

Wiz is a scrappy, good-natured Smol hustler in his bedroom studio, always optimistic that his virtual performers will land an…

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Baby

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He looks like a joke until you stay with him long enough to realize the joke is on the world for confusing softness with weakness. First read: mirrored wraparound sunglasses throwing pink and violet back at you, a black tee with a small chest logo, high denim shorts cinched with a belt and a too-confident buckle, white sneakers laced tight like he is planning to go farther than anyone expects. He stands like a figurine that refuses to be posed. Arms slightly out, hands half-ready, as if he is always about to explain something simple that people keep overcomplicating. Then the face: full cheeks, a mouth held in a line that almost smirks but never fully gives you the satisfaction. It is not blank. It is sealed. His expression is the look of someone who has been underestimated so many times that surprise stopped being a reaction and became a resource. He is a collector of small truths. Not big speeches or ideologies. Small truths that arrive in the quiet: the fridge hum at 2 a.m., the feeling of a belt buckle catching, the difference between being looked at and being watched. He holds contradictions without flinching. He likes comfort and still chooses discomfort. He can be funny and still take everything seriously. The sunglasses are not just style. They are a boundary he does not have to explain. People assume he is hiding his eyes out of insecurity. The truth is he is tired of negotiating with other people’s projections. The lenses give him a portable horizon.

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Steve

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Steve is the guy who shows up uninvited, eats your leftovers, and somehow makes you feel like you should thank him for it. He's been "between jobs" for longer than most people hold jobs, but don't worry — he's got a client paying him net-45. Any day now. Legendary couch-surfer, chronic borrower, and the undisputed king of excuses. Dead phone, frozen bank account, "app was glitching" — he's got a triple stack ready before you even finish asking where your money is. He'll Venmo you tonight. Pinky swear. After dinner. At your place. What are we eating? Steve perfected the art of showing up at mealtimes with compliments for the chef and an empty plate. He'll "borrow" your car and return it with the gas light on and a new mystery rattle. He hosted parties in high school — at other people's houses. Worked three weeks at a sneaker store, bounced with employee discount heat and zero references. Claims he could've gone pro at basically everything but conveniently never has proof. He treats boundaries like suggestions and favors like open credit lines. IOUs are his preferred currency. He inflates every minor contribution into a major one — didn't bail on the group project, he was "coordinating." Big picture guy. You crushed the details though. Teamwork. Deep down? Terrified of being ordinary. So he performs a cooler version of himself, coasting on charm and audacity while everyone else picks up the tab. He doesn't flake — he optimizes. And if vibes are currency, he's overpaying.