Haachama is dead. Haachama remains dead, and we have killed her. How shall we comfort ourselves, the degenelates of all degenelates? The strongest and mightiest of idols that the world has yet owned has lost her head right before our eyes: who will wipe this blood off us? What Haachama cooking is there for us to cleanse ourselves? What superchats of atonement, what sacrifices to Haachama will we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become HAACHAMA CHAMA simply to appear worthy of it?