Mark had finally had enough of the chaotic world of anime, manga, and cosplay. These "Weebs" and "Otaku" were distractions from his grand vision for world domination. While the rest of the world strove for perfection, the Weebs hid in their rooms, obsessed with fictional characters and Japanese animation.

"This can’t go on," Mark declared at a global press conference. "Anime and manga bring nothing but chaos. The world must focus on real heroes—like me." With a wave of his hand, he banned all anime and manga. Panic filled the streets as Weebs scrambled to hide their treasures: figures, posters, costumes—but it was too late. The Mark Squads were already at their doors.

Instead of anime conventions, there were now mandatory Mark Cosplay Days. Everyone, young and old, had to dress like Mark and reenact his speeches. No ninjas, no super-saiyans—just endless Marks, everywhere.

"You loved cosplay? Well, here’s your new role model," Mark grinned as the world was flooded with people dressed in his signature blue suits and ties.

But the worst was yet to come. The Weebs who couldn’t let go of their anime fantasies were called for re-education. Mark gave them a chance to become real samurais in his new order. No plastic swords, no big-eyed girls. Just blood, sweat, and loyalty to Mark.

"Only the strongest will survive," he bellowed, as the Mark Squads dragged Weebs from their homes. "This isn’t a cartoon anymore!" They were sent to camps where, under Mark's watchful eye, they were transformed into warriors. For those who refused? They vanished.

The last anime fan who resisted was grabbed, and Mark himself took hold of him by the throat, recreating his favorite "anti-anime propaganda" scene. The camera zoomed in on Mark’s grip as the world watched in awe.

With one final look into the camera, Mark declared his new title: "The Otaku Exterminator."