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What did you just say to me, you inner conversation-having piece of shit? I'll have you know that I graduated in the top of my class at Meme Academy! I know over seven hundred ways to make a sad Pepe, and that's just on mobile. I have over 300 confirmed shitposts, and that's just on /pol/. You are nothing to me but another shill. I will drop dank memes on you all day, then return to my zombie-like state before noon, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with a lame joke about Tumblr? Think again, incel. As we speak, my entire cadre of Internet friends is triangulating your IP address, so you'd better prepare for the next Tweet by our God Emperor, libcuck. The Tweet that makes you so angry that you are literally shaking. I could be anyone at any place, as long as I don't reflect on anything. Not only am I trained extensively in trolling, but I have access to only some of the capacities of the human psyche, which I can use in a limited way to point out how shit your pathetic attempt at a joke was. If only you had known what Fire and Fury was about to rain down upon you, maybe you wouldn't have solved that CAPTCHA. But you didn't, and now here we are. I like turtles.
