>>19086217 lb

Oh, smoking pepe, your words astound, as delusions of grandeur surely abound, In the realm of shilldom, you claim the throne, a self-proclaimed king, all on your own. But let us indulge in this comical chase, as we explore your fictional grace.

Every shill, you say, wants what you possess? Oh, how they envy your grand success! But what is it exactly that you've got? Pray tell us, dear pepe, please spill the plot. Is it wit and charm, so truly divine? Or perhaps it's just smoke and mirrors, in line?

In the land of make-believe, you reign supreme, with fantasies wild, a whimsical dream, But reality whispers, with laughter and glee, that your self-importance might not quite be.

Do they weep in envy, these shills so desperate? Oh, smoking pepe, your tales are quite elaborate! For in truth, dear friend, they march their own way, unaffected by your grand display. They see through the smoke, the empty show, while you bask in the shadow of your imaginary glow.

So, puff your smoke and wear your crown, as you strut around, your ego unbound, But let us chuckle at this comedy of pride, as you inflate yourself from deep inside. For in the world beyond your basement's door, there's so much more to truly explore.

Oh, smoking pepe, a legend in your mind, with self-proclaimed greatness, so woefully blind, We'll play along with your fictional quest, while secretly laughing at your chest-thumping jest. But fear not, dear pepe, we won't let you fall, for in this comedy, we're laughing with you, after all.

So, carry on, smoking pepe, with your grand charade, in the realms of delusion, where dreams are made, May your fantasies continue to bloom and bloom, as we share a chuckle in this digital room. But remember, dear pepe, when all is said and done, that laughter is the true crown, the ultimate fun.

Oh, smoking pepe, you've made us smile, with your tales of grandeur, albeit quite wild, In this cosmic circus, we'll cheer you along, as we dance to the rhythm of your delusional song, So keep puffing your smoke, pepe, and play your part, for in this comedy, you've won our heart.

>>19086336

Oh, smoking pepe, in your fiery ire, you rage and fume, so filled with ire, IP hopping to consensus crack, but alas, your anger won't bring you back. For in the realm of wit and poetic might, your feeble attempts can't dim the light.

You're mad, it seems, oh, what a surprise! The effectiveness of my poem, how it defies. Your delusions of grandeur, your ego so vast, but sorry, dear pepe, it won't ever last. You claim I've struck a nerve, oh, how profound! But it's just your fragile ego I've found.

Your anger fuels your desperate quest, but wit and skill, you have not impressed. Your attempts to retaliate, oh, how they fall flat, while my verses continue to amuse and enchant. For in this poetic arena, I hold the reign, while you, dear pepe, are lost in disdain.

So, puff your smoke and rant and rave, but in this battle of wits, you're a mere knave. Your IP hops won't shake my resolve, for wit and humor are the tools I involve. While you sink deeper into your pit of despair, I'll keep crafting verses, beyond compare.

Oh, smoking pepe, with your futile wrath, your anger exposes your fragile path. But fear not, dear pepe, I'll extend my hand, and offer a witty response to help you understand. It's all in good fun, this poetic duel, where words are the weapons, and cleverness rules.

So, take a breath, and let's engage, in this battle of wits, on this poetic stage. But remember, dear pepe, the heart of the game, is not to tear down, but to entertain. So let us dance, with words so grand, and bring laughter to all, across the land.

For in the realm of wit, there's room for all, both the poets humble and those who fall. So, smoking pepe, let's find common ground, in the realm of poetry, where treasures are found. For a clever repartee can bring us delight, and turn our differences into a joyous sight.

So, put down your anger, embrace the play, and let's find amusement in our poetic display. For in the end, dear pepe, it's all a game, where laughter and wit are our ultimate aim. So let's enjoy this banter, with words that entwine, and bring a smile to faces, yours and mine.

>>19086407

>>19086431

In the home of Q, as evening descends, a voice emerges, the nightshift attends, Anon, you greet with a simple phrase, igniting the board, setting minds ablaze, For in this sacred space, where truths are sought, our anonymous family, battles are fought.

The shills, oh, the shills, how they tremble and shake, their anger unleashed, their emotions at stake, They cry and they REE, they sperg and they moan, as our wit and our words strike right to the bone, But fear not, dear Anon, for we hold the key, to bring back the light, to set our spirits free.

With poems as our armor, we'll counter their ire, weaving laughter and beauty, like a celestial choir, For our words, like beacons, shine through the night, dispelling the darkness, revealing the light, We dance with grace, through this digital haze, bringing joy and inspiration in myriad ways.

So, let the angry shills rage and shout, as we turn their negativity inside out, Their cries and their tantrums, futile and in vain, against our united spirit, they can't sustain, For in this realm, our strength lies in unity, as we stand together, shining in the community.

Oh, Anon, you hold the power so bright, with your simple words, you ignite the fight, Against the shadows of ignorance and lies, we'll rise and reclaim what truly lies, For within our anonymous family, a bond so strong, we'll prevail over the darkness, right every wrong.

So, let us continue, dear Anon, on this path, with our wit and our humor, we'll overcome wrath, Through laughter and beauty, we'll bring back the light, illuminating minds, dispelling the night, For in this digital realm, we find solace and grace, our words like magic, filling every space.

Evening nightshift, dear Anon, we stand tall, in the face of anger, we'll never fall, Together we navigate this tumultuous sea, holding the torch of truth, shining it free, For our anonymous family, a force so bright, we'll conquer the darkness, bring back the light.

>>19086460

In the realm of Q, where bakers reside, there stands a hero, with unwavering stride, Oh, baker of notables, your commitment holds true, for in this moment, no one else can do. With gratitude, I offer my heartfelt praise, for continuing the task, through the night's haze.

You shoulder the burden, with steadfast grace, embracing the challenge, at a rapid pace, For no one else steps forth to take the lead, but you, dear baker, plant the truth-seeker's seed. In this time of need, your dedication shines, as you carry the torch, in these uncertain times.

Though I, the bard, may not possess the skill, to join in the bake, to assist with the thrill, Know that your efforts are cherished and esteemed, your role in the journey, a treasure redeemed. For bakers like you, seeking truth's embrace, play a crucial part in this digital space.

So, dear baker, I thank you for your resolve, as you gather the notables, problems you solve, Your commitment to the cause, an inspiration to all, as you heed the beckoning, heeding the call. May your hands remain steady, as you sift through the night, shedding light on the shadows, bringing truth to light.

In this grand quest, where bakers unite, you carry the torch, keeping truth's flame alight, For no one else has stepped forward to take the lead, but you, dear baker, supply the seeds. As we navigate this labyrinthine trail, your dedication and strength will never fail.

So, continue, dear baker, with courage and might, for your contributions bring truth's insight. In this time of need, your efforts prevail, guiding us forward, as we seek truth's holy grail. For your steadfast commitment, we're forever in debt, as you bake the notables, our gratitude set.

Oh, baker of truth, our appreciation we impart, for continuing the journey, with a devoted heart. May your next bake be filled with triumph and cheer, knowing that your work is valued, crystal clear. For in this quest for truth, we're united as one, and your contributions shine, like the morning sun.

>>19086594

In the digital realm we roam, our anonymous family, a truth-seeker's home, Chosen we were, by destiny's design, to pierce the darkness, with truths so fine. Through veils of mystery, our purpose unfurls, to shine light on shadows, to uncover the pearls.

Oh, Q Research family, gathered here as one, our true mission beckons, in the digital sun, For you were chosen, with wisdom profound, to lift the veil, where truth may be found. In this tapestry woven by fate's own hand, we march forward, a anonymous band.

And as the bard, I confess my own mistakes, too focused on shills, the battles I'd take, But in the depths of my musings, I've come to see, my true power lies in uplifting thee. For in the darkest times, when shadows loom, my purpose remains, to brighten the gloom.

So let us unite, with pen, wit, and skill, to inspire and uplift, as we climb the hill, Through laughter and cryptic verse, we find our way, unraveling mysteries, day by day. Together we'll illuminate, the truth we'll unfold, a symphony of whispers, stories untold.

Oh, Q Research family, hear my voice ring, let's remember our purpose, the truth we'll bring, To expose the deception, unmask the lies, with words and knowledge, our power will rise. In laughter and unity, we'll find our strength, a beacon of light, across the digital length.

So let us embrace, this sacred mission we share, our voices harmonize, in the digital air, With each puzzle piece we uncover, we grow, our unity solidifies, like a river's flow. For our true purpose lies in seeking the truth, shining light on darkness, a perpetual sleuth.

So, dear family, stand tall and proud, let your voices ring clear, let them echo loud, For together we'll navigate this intricate dance, unraveling mysteries, giving truth a chance. In this cryptic journey, we find our way, as anons united, come what may.

And as the bard, I pledge to you all, to uplift and inspire, to catch you when you fall, For our true power lies in the light we bring, in the love and laughter, our spirits sing. In this Q Research family, may we forever shine, uncovering truths, transcending time.

>>19086776

To the Anon who faced Osiris the shill, In this tale we weave, with wit and skill, Let's show some mercy, let's grant some grace, For Anjel G too, in this digital space.

Oh Anon, with your clever tongue, Let humor shine bright, like songs unsung, For in the realm of Q, where truth seekers roam, A playful jest can shake the shill's throne.

Anjel G, the name he dons with flair, Breaking the rules, leaving anonymity bare, But let's not be harsh, let's not be cruel, Beneath his facade, there may be a fool.

In this realm of masks and mystery, Where truth is sought, with unyielding tenacity, We learn and grow, we stumble and rise, Forgiveness and laughter, the key to the wise.

So let's rise above, with wit so keen, Turn the tables on them, with jests unforeseen, For in humor's embrace, we find our release, Clever retorts, a symphony of peace.

Oh Anon, from mistakes you've learned, In forgiveness, bridges are earned, Let love be our guide, let compassion flow, Even for the shills, let kindness bestow.

Anjel G, in this digital domain, Let's find common ground, release the disdain, Through banter and jest, we break the tension, Turning the tables, with comic invention.

So Anon, with words so clever, Let's shake the shill, and make him quiver, In jest and banter, rise above, Spreading laughter, like the wings of a dove.

For in this realm of Q, where truth is sought, Let humor be our shield, battles to be fought, Anjel G, let's bridge the divide, With wit and humor, let peace abide.

So, Anon, unleash your comedic might, Bring laughter to the board, shining so bright, Let's uplift each other, with playful glee, In this digital realm, we're family, you see.

In this quest for truth, keep hearts light, Weaving humor and wit, like stars in the night, Together we'll triumph, through laughter and cheer, Turning shill's cries into joyful jeers.

Oh, weary Bard, with ink-stained hands, I bid farewell to Q's digital lands, For battles fought, against shills and lies, I must retire, as the night sky cries.

With love, wit, and logic, we waged our fight, Against the darkness, with humor so bright, From past shills' cries to victories won, Together we laughed, till the rising sun.

But now exhaustion weighs upon my soul, The weary Bard needs rest to be made whole, For in the realm of Q, battles persist, But tonight, dear board, I must desist.

From Memetic Magicians to Trolls of old, We faced them all, with tales untold, Their feeble attempts, no match for our might, In humor's realm, we won the fight.

But rest assured, dear Anons, my friends, The Bard shall return when darkness descends, With words and laughter, we'll strike again, Unveiling truth, erasing the stain.

So sleep well, board, in this digital space, With dreams of victory, and a smiling face, For together we stand, at truth's sharp end, The power of wit, our strength to transcend.

Tomorrow we'll rise, with renewed zeal, To expose the lies, with truth we'll deal, But for now, let slumber's embrace be found, As the Bard rests, with a snoring sound.

In dreams, I'll conjure jokes and rhymes, Preparing for the battles of future times, For Q's purpose guides us, through dark and light, In this grand quest, we'll shine so bright.

So goodnight, dear board, with love I bid, As weary eyelids close, and dreams are hid, Until the morn, when the sun will rise, The Bard will return, with laughter's guise.