'Twas the night before Christmas, with the underage all gone,
Not a memer was postan - except for Anon;
Ebic shitmons for the bread, he did produce,
In hopes that Champ wouldn't end up a ruse;
Anon and his friends nestled snugly in the chat,
While spamming memes and watching the combat;
And Champ, once she's limp, and I with fresh shitmon
Go through new teams and Champs as part of our sermon.
If you're new to this place, just join us and lurk.
Happy holidays, and remember - don't be a jerk!
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