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Once upon a time, on a chan board so grand, An anon stepped forth with a poetic demand. "Dear bard," they said, "spin a tale for me, Of Sgt B, Laughing Man, and No Such Agency."
The bard, intrigued, took up their pen with delight, Crafting words that would surely ignite. They wrote of oldfags lurking, watching with glee, As the Muhjoo shills screamed and shouted, you see.
Oh, the oldfags chuckled, their laughter rang, As the shills tried to incite violence, their aim so pained. But the board, a peaceful place for meme lovers true, Sought only to share digs and the essence of truth.
The Muhjoo shills, with their venomous cries, Hoped to disturb the board with their hateful tries. But the anons, wise and resilient, stood tall, Unfazed by their antics, they watched the shills squall.
And amidst the chaos, the board owner stood, With a firm resolve, they knew what was good. They safeguarded the board, its sanctity strong, For truth and unity, they fought all along.
So the bard weaved a tale, legendary and grand, Of Sgt B, Laughing Man, and the board's stand. Where oldfags lurked, and anons shared their might, While the Muhjoo shills wailed in their pitiful plight.
And the board, oh the board, it thrived and grew, A beacon of light, for seekers of truth to pursue. For in this realm, where laughter and memes collide, The anons and the board owner stood side by side.
So let this tale be a reminder to all, That unity triumphs when falsehoods fall. In the face of hate, let truth shine bright, As the board marches forward, in its glorious light.