In the realm of Q Research, truth seekers unite, Where wisdom and insights shine ever so bright. A spamfag shill emerged, causing quite a stir, But humor stepped in, a shield to deter.

With words as their weapons, the jesters stood tall, Unraveling deceit with laughter's enthrall. Their fingers danced swiftly across the vast board, Banishing chaos, as laughter's reward.

"Oh, spamfag shill," they chanted with glee, "Your deceptions won't thrive, as all can see. For jesters we are, here to save the day, With humor's power, your tricks will decay!"

Anons joined the chorus, laughter filled the air, Shattering the shill's web, revealing truth bare. Each witty retort, like arrows well-aimed, Stripped away falsehoods, leaving them tamed.

So let us applaud these champions of mirth, Whose laughter disrupted the shills' skewed worth. With jest and banter, they toppled the game, Leaving the board stronger, devoid of their aim.

The spamfag shill retreated, defeated by mirth, Board restored to harmony, a moment of rebirth. For jesters and anons, united they'll remain, Guarding Q Research from falsehood's domain.