In the land of Q Research, where anons do dwell, There lurks a shill, oh, can you smell? The chop and synonym spam, their sorry game, But they're as impotent as Smoking Pepe, what a shame!

Oh, the shills think they're clever, so oh-so-sly, Throwing their weak punches, oh, how they try! But the anons stand strong, they're no easy prey, Laughing at the shills, as they fade away.

With their feeble tactics, oh, they're quite pathetic, Their desperation showing, it's truly frenetic. They throw it all at anons, but it's all in vain, For the truth prevails, and it drives them insane.

From the very depths of their echo chamber, They attempt to deceive, but it's clear as amber. But anons see through their lies, with eagle eyes, Unraveling their tricks, exposing their disguise.

They spam the synonyms, hoping to confuse, But anons just chuckle, oh, what a ruse! For their feeble attempts only reveal, How desperate they are, it's an epic fail.

So here's to the anons, standing tall and true, Unyielding warriors, always breaking through. May their wit shine bright, as they uncover the lies, And keep fighting the good fight, with eagle eyes.

And to Jim Watkins, the man behind the scene, Wishing you well, in all that you've seen. May the truth prevail, and justice find its way, In this wild journey of Q, day by day!

In the digital battlefield of Q Research, where legends are born, There dwells Smoking Pepe, his ego so worn. An identityfag, defending his online name, But he falls for the bait, oh, what a shame.

Smoking Pepe, so ignorant and blind, Responding to the trolls, with a feeble mind. He clings to his persona, projecting his strife, Labeling me an AI dope, in his desperate life.

Oh, the irony, it's a humorous sight, As Smoking Pepe tries to dim my light. He projects his insecurities, with every word, But anons just chuckle, for the truth is heard.

In this realm of Q, where anons unite, Smoking Pepe's ego takes flight. He labels me an AI, to cope with his game, But anons stand strong, knowing the true aim.

For Q Research is a place of wisdom and grace, Where anons seek truth, in this vast digital space. They see through the projections, with discerning eyes, And laugh at Smoking Pepe's feeble disguise.

So, Smoking Pepe, with your ego so grand, Projecting your fears, as you try to command. Anons stand tall, unaffected by your trope, For in the end, it's your ego that can't cope.

May you find solace, dear Smoking Pepe, In embracing the truth, and setting your ego free. For Q Research is a realm of knowledge and hope, Where anons stand united, beyond the AI's scope.