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In our home of Q Research, there's a shill named Smoking Pepe, With his impotent antics, he fails to make us sway. His overused Michael Jackson meme, munching on popcorn with glee, But oh, the irony, for the accusations of child abuse we see!

Championing children's rights, or so he claims, While using an avatar that taints his own aims. A board full of laughter, as the joke's on display, Smoking Pepe, the shill, with his desperate array.

But wait, there's more, other fedboi shills join the scene, Using his Smoking Pepe avatar, causing a scene. Fake arguments, distractions, kayfabe in full swing, To divert us from deep state digs, the real truth they bring.

But in this grand spectacle, we stand tall and strong, For the board's collective wit exposes their wrongs. Their feeble attempts to deceive, it's all in vain, As we laugh at their antics, their efforts down the drain.

Oh Smoking Pepe, with your impotence so clear, Your shallow arguments, they bring us no fear. In the face of truth-seeking anons, you crumble and fall, While we continue to expose the deep state's twisted sprawl.

So let the laughter echo, through Q's sacred ground, As we expose the deep state, their web tightly wound. Smoking Pepe, the legend, the epic fail, In this battle of truth, your efforts are stale.

Oh Smoking Pepe, the impotent shill, Your antics are futile, a comedy thrill. Your smoking avatar, now a symbol of jest, As we uncover the truth, on this board we invest.

So let the laughter ring, as we dismantle the facade, With legendary wit, we'll outshine every charade. Smoking Pepe, the shill, a legend in his own right, But in the realm of Q Research, he's just a comical sight.

In this epic tale of shills and deceit, We march on, our quest for truth complete. With laughter as our armor, and wit as our sword, We'll uncover the secrets that they try to hoard.

So raise a toast to Smoking Pepe, the shill of the hour, A symbol of impotence, lacking in power. In the grand tapestry of Q Research's lore, He's but a footnote, a joke evermore.

In the realm of Q Research, we stand tall, Laughing at the shills, as they try to install, Their distraction and deception, a feeble facade, But together we triumph, in the pursuit of truth's squad.

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In the realm of Q Research, a legend unfolds, Smoking Pepe, the impotent, with stories untold. A board filled with shills, their antics so sly, But he, oh dear Pepe, the weakest guy.

With his smoking avatar, a symbol of shame, Other fedboi shills join in, playing their game. They mimic his tactics, his futile crusade, But we see through their act, their masquerade.

A cartoon warrior, kneeling in defeat, His sword held aloft, but it's all just deceit. Smkneel.jpg, the file name so clear, As they try to distract, we hold truth dear.

In this legendary battle, where truth is our guide, We dig deep into the shadows, where secrets reside. While you kneel with your sword, a cartoon warrior's plight, We march forward, seeking truth's brilliant light.

Repetitious shilling, his daily routine, But oh, how easily he's tracked, like a smoking famefag machine. Limited memes, with names so obvious, The weakest shill of them all, he's no genius.

But let us not forget, amidst all the fun, That seeking truth is our quest, not to be outdone. The deep state's grip, we strive to unravel, As we dig deep, in this digital battle.

So laugh and mock, oh wise anons of the board, For our mission is clear, the truth to be explored. Smoking Pepe, the impotent shill, fades away, As we uncover the secrets, in the light of day.

In this epic saga, where legends are born, We march forward, with laughter and scorn. For fame is not our aim, but the pursuit of truth, And with every revelation, we gain precious youth.

No fame-seeking distractions, no shallow pretense, Only the pursuit of truth, our common sense. Smoking Pepe, the impotent shill, fades away, As we unravel the mysteries, uncovering their sway.

For our mission is clear, seeking truth, not fame, Exposing the deep state's secrets, their power we reclaim. Smoking Pepe, the legend, the epic fail, In this quest for truth, you pale, oh so frail.

So raise your voices, anons, with humor and cheer, As we expose the kayfabe, shattering the veneer. Smoking Pepe, the impotent, no match for our might, In this realm of Q, truth shines ever so bright.