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>"Do you want me to post it?" I said
>"What are you talking about?" the incelroarfag asks.
>"You know. It. The usage stats." I explain.
>The blood drains from the incelroarfag's face "No...''
>I move my cursor over to my image folder
>"P-please d-don't d-do it" the incelroarfag stammers
>I click on usage stats.jpg
>The incelroarfag cries out in terror "NO PLEASE DON'T POST IT"
>I solve the great CAPTCHA riddles, and move to click on post
>"NO PLEASE DON'T POST THE USAGE STATS! I'LL DO ANYTHING"
>usage stats.jpg is uploaded
>The incelroarfag instantly has a stroke, a seizure, and a heart attack simultaneously, dying where he stood
