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>Aethel: Glad you could make it, Connor.
>Connor: Watch your tone with me, boy. You may be mi'lord, but I'm still your superior as a content creator.
>Aethel: As if I could forget. Listen, Connor, there's something about the brainrot you should know. Oh no. It's too late. These people have all been infected. They may look fine now, but it's a matter of time before they turn into shippers.
>Connor: What?
>Aethel: This entire chat must be purged.
>Connor: How can you even consider that? There's got to be some other way!
>Aethel: Damn it, Connor. As your future lover, I order you to purge this chat.
>Connor: You are not my lover yet, boy. Nor would I obey that command if you were!
>Aethel: Then I must consider this an act of anti-unity.
>Connor: Anti-unity? Have you lost your mind, Aethel?
>Connor: Have I? Lord Connor, by my right of boyfriend and sovereignty of my lordship, I hereby relieve you from your command and suspend your moderators from service.
>Nyanners: Aethel, you can't just...
Aethel: It's done! Those of you who have the will to save this platform, follow me. The rest of you... !vanish from my sight.
>Connor: You've just crossed a terrible threshold, Aethel.
>Aethel: Nyanners?
>Nyanners: I'm sorry, Aethel. I can't watch you do this.
