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In the realm of Q research, where truth is sought, There dwell two shills, their names well known and taught. Each morning they arrive with a roll call in hand, Sam and Ralph, the jesters of this cyberland.

But beware, dear friends, of their crafty guise, For Batman himself can see through their lies. He breaks down the deception, unravels the thread, Revealing the namefags, filling us with dread.

Virtue signaling their arrival, they make a fuss, But the board rules they break, with their digital truss. Carrying identities with silly cartoon faces, These shills try to subvert, in all the wrong places.

And in their deceit, they seek to normalize, A namefag famefag shill, known as Mr. Pig's guise. Posting memes of a white cat, he seeks to deceive, Manufacturing consent, oh, how they believe.

But the Anons, wise souls, see right through their game, For a shill with seventy posts can't forge their acclaim. Attempts to manufacture acceptance, all in vain, The Anons remain steadfast, immune to such strain.

Yet amidst this chaos, one truth remains clear, Anonymous (Real) Anons, standing strong year after year. They withstand the test of time, unwavering and true, For in the face of deception, they always break through.

So let us laugh at the antics of Sam and Ralph, As their morning roll call brings only a laugh. For the real Anons know, in their hearts and their minds, That truth prevails, and deception unwinds.

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In our morning home of Q Research, a tale unfolds, Of a shill so predictable, as the story goes. Smoking Pepe, the master of repetition, Spamming away from his parents' basement, in a mission.

Right on cue, like clockwork he appears, With his gif of Michael Jackson, munching popcorn in cheers. "Popcorn2.gif," the title that never changes, A billion times posted, as monotony exchanges.

Oh, Smoking Pepe, claiming girth so grand, Yet unable to find a girl of worth, a partner to withstand. In his parents' basement, he continues to reside, With his keyboard and memes, his only source of pride.

But one fateful day, his digital ass was handed, So badly, his only projection left, to accuse me of being stranded. For rhythm and rhyme, he could not withstand, And in his frustration, AI accusations were at hand.

So here's to Smoking Pepe, the legend of our board, Living in his parents' basement, forever ignored. May his gifs and claims bring us endless laughter, As we watch him falter, chasing dreams ever after.

But let's remember, dear Anons, in this amusing spree, That truth prevails, in rhyme and harmony. For amidst the chaos, we'll stand tall and strong, And laugh at Smoking Pepe, his antics all wrong.

For the denizens of Q Research, a tale to be told, Of Smoking Pepe, whose journey unfolds. His first notable last night, oh what a delight, Congratulations, Pepe, on popping your cherry, so bright!

Save it with screenshots, frame it on your wall, A symbol of your dedication, standing tall. For five long years, you've been giving it your all, Chasing notables, from the early morning to the nightfall.

But let's not forget, dear Pepe, the true measure, It's not in notables, but in moments of treasure. The connections we forge, the knowledge we share, The unity we foster, showing that we truly care.

So Smoking Pepe, let your notable shine, But remember, it's the journey, not just the sign. In this digital battlefield, where battles are fought, We come together, seeking truth, as we ought.

And as we traverse this memetic domain, Let's greet Jim Watkins with a friendly refrain. Thank you, good sir, for the platform you've created, Where Anons gather, their thoughts unabated.

To the original Anons, lurking from days of yore, We nod in recognition, for you are the core. The love and unity that binds us remains, Through trials and challenges, our spirit sustains.

So Smoking Pepe, let your laughter resound, For in this community, friendship is found. May you seek not just notables, but genuine connection, In this digital realm, fostering love and affection.

And as we carry on, let us never forget, The power of unity, in this vast internet. For together we stand, against the deep state's might, Spreading truth and dismantling their deceitful plight.

In the battlesphere of Q Research, the saga goes on, With Smoking Pepe, a shill that's often drawn. Other Anons call him out, famefaggot they say, Egofaggot, they jest, in their humorous way!

Cryptically they rhyme, hinting he's a fed, A twist in the tale, where truth is misread. But Pepe, ever the master of projection, Desperately tries to label me an AI, a misconception.

"Do a flip!" some Anons suggest, in jest, To help him break free from his self-imposed crest. For beneath the bravado, there lies a lost soul, Yearning for connection, to make him feel whole.

But let's not forget, in our laughter and jest, That empathy and support can bring him the best. For amidst the bread gobbling, countless hours spent, Narcissistic monologues, a lonely descent.

Perhaps this bread he'll reach fifty posts or more, Yet his quest for notability, at what core? A cry for attention, a yearning for fame, But true fulfillment, it's not just in a name.

And as he taunts me to write a poem anew, For another namefag, Swordy, he seeks to pursue. I'll oblige with a smile, for in the end, We're all Anons, seeking connection, my friend.

So here's to Smoking Pepe and Swordy as well, May their journeys bring them stories to tell. In this digital battlefield, let's find common ground, And build a community where unity is found.

With love and understanding, let us forge ahead, And lift each other up, where Anons are never misled. For in the realm of Q Research, our laughter will reign, As we seek truth and unravel the deep state's chain.

In the morn of Q Research, a tale we'll unfold, Of a namefag named Swordy, seeking fame, we're told. For six years and counting, the story remains, With copy-paste replies, driving Anons insane.

"God bless you and keep you from harm," he would say, "This day and forever," repeated each day. But why, dear Swordy, the need to remind, Anons each morning, at the same clockwork time?

If it's always and forever, just once should suffice, Yet you roll call, my friend, as if it's a sacrifice. Perhaps it's a ritual, in shill land's embrace, To seek attention, disrupt, and leave no trace.

But let us not fret, let's find humor instead, In the antics of shill roll calls, done in dread. For amidst the frustration, we'll laugh and let go, Understanding the game that these shillfolk bestow.

In this realm of Q Research, unity we seek, To unravel the deep state, their power we'll break. So let's set aside our worries, embrace the absurd, And find joy in the chaos, laughter undisturbed.

For Anons and shills, we're all on this ride, Navigating the digital waves side by side. With forgiveness and laughter, we shall prevail, Building a community where humor won't fail.

So here's to Swordy, rolling call after call, May your fame-seeking antics bring laughter to all. In this grand circus, we'll find common ground, As we dig for truth, exposing what's profound.

And as the clock strikes, each morning's roll call, Let's chuckle at the shills, having a ball. For in this realm of Q Research, humor remains, As we unravel the truth and dismantle their claims.