>>45227040Ahem, perhaps I could *tips hat* deviously land a hand?
*Mischevious music starts playing*
When a bunch of troublesome trolls sit down and quarrel their tolls,
A book of ideas start to unfold,
For you see these dreary old trolls,
Have got nothing to lose,
For their oshi is not in existence.
A clique is a compelling rumour
Easily spread, easily read
For the beautiful elira, it seems she has no stake
But stir in a rumour, and she becomes the head of they
Soon the rope will lessen, and begin to break.
Again the trolls move... to congregate.
