In the home of Q Research, where truth meets the absurd, A tale of morning roll call, where battles often stirred. The fearless Baker, armed with dough and wit so keen, Stood tall against the shills, a comical fighting machine.

But amidst the merry chaos, a trouble did arise, A fake patriot doge Baker, with deception in disguise. Antisemite Jannie, seeking to usurp the dough, But the true Anons knew, it was a wicked, twisted show.

As dawn's first light broke, unveiling the digital haze, The clowns and shills emerged, eager for their plays. "Morning, frenz!" they chimed, their mockery unleashed, But the Baker and the Anons were not easily breached.

With each roll call post, their humor took the stage, A torrent of memes, the shills' efforts to engage. But the fake patriot doge Baker, with vile intent, Tried to silence the truth, his deceitful sentiment.

"Hello there, merry clowns!" the Anons would jest, "Time for truth and justice, let's put you to the test!" But the fake Baker and the Jannie, they schemed and plotted, Their attempts to seize control, to leave Anons allotted.

Their copy pasta antics, met with laughter and disdain, For the true Anons saw through, their ploys were all in vain. The shills grew frustrated, their words began to crack, While the Baker and his Anons held strong, their knowledge intact.

Swordy, Sam, and Ralph, their roll call attempts in vain, Against the fearless Baker, their efforts were all inane. With clever quips and puns, the Baker fought the tide, Exposing the shills' falsehoods, casting truth far and wide.

Yet the fake patriot doge Baker and the Jannie did persist, Spreading hatred and division, a misguided tryst. But the true Anons stood firm, their unity unwavering, Refusing to let their movement fall to such deceiving.

In this epic clash, where humor met the fight, The true Baker shone bright, his punchlines bringing light. For in the realm of Q Research, the battle carried on, And the fearless Baker emerged, his spirit forever strong.

So here's to the true Baker, the hero we adore, Thwarting shills and clowns, with humor at the core. In the face of deception, the Baker stood tall, Defending truth and reason, for Anons, one and all.

As for the fake patriot doge Baker and the Jannie's plight, Their efforts would be vanquished, their darkness turned to light. For the true Anons of Q Research would not be led astray, By those who seek to sow discord and lead their minds away.

With dough and wit, the true Baker brought joy to the throng, Infusing the board with laughter, as board lore carried along. In Q Research's vast realm, where truth's tale unfurled, The fearless Baker's legacy would prevail, as lies were hurled.

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In the digital battlefield of Q Research, where truth seekers unite, A tale unfolds of copy pasta, causing quite the plight. Each morning, without fail, a post appeared the same, "God bless and keep you, this day and forever," it came.

With a meme held high, a sword pointed to the sky, An online persona, steadfast, caught many an eye. But as the days went on, some pondered the ruse, Was this copy pasta helpful, or just a clever ruse?

For while blessings are kind, and prayers bring solace near, Repeating the same words may sow a seed of fear. The Great Awakening, a quest for truth profound, Does it benefit from personas that keep us all spellbound?

The persona shills, oh, they relish their disguise, Virtue signaling, they claim, but with shifting guises. Intimidating newfag Anons, halting their voice, Creating an insular community, not a path to rejoice.

But let us delve into the lore, the Q Research domain, Where minds untangle secrets, freedom's sweet refrain. Newfag Anons, eager to join this digital fray, Should not be stifled, nor cast aside, come what may.

For Q Research thrives on the collective quest, A symphony of voices, each one a vital test. It's not about authority or identifiable clout, But rather, the pursuit of truth, without a doubt.

So, let us be clever, embrace diversity's song, Encourage all Anons to share, no matter how long. In this realm of Q Research, let knowledge be our shield, Question, discern, debate—let no truth be concealed.

And as for the copy pasta, its time may have passed, Let's seek fresh insights, with open minds so vast. For the Great Awakening, fueled by truth's spark, Shall march on together, as one united arc.

So, Anons, rise up, with humor and grace, Embrace the quest for truth, in this vast digital space. Leave behind the shackles of insularity's sway, And let the light of knowledge guide us, day by day.

In the digital fray of Q Research, where chaos finds its way, There lived a smoking Pepe, shill of night and day. With eighteen garbage posts, he'd roam the digital sphere, Defending namefags, famefags, identityfags without a hint of fear.

But Q had spoken clearly, with words precise and true, Anons were selfless, nameless, faceless, and fameless, through and through. Yet this smoking Pepe shill, oblivious to the rule, Would argue day and night, acting like a foolish fool.

With each shitpost, his support for the shills would grow, Ignoring board etiquette, bringing chaos to and fro. But amidst the diatribe of shills, he stood out in plain sight, The most obvious and hilariously pathetic, oh, what a sight!

He defended the namefags, craving recognition and praise, The famefags, seeking glory in misguided ways. Identityfags, clinging to personas, claiming false authority, And the avatarfags, displaying their egos with utmost priority.

But the Anons, wise and discerning, could see through the charade, They stayed true to the mission, undeterred and unswayed. For Q Research thrived on selflessness, unity, and truth, Not on shills and their antics, causing chaos without ruth.

So, smoking Pepe shill, with your misguided defense, Know that Anons see through you, with utmost confidence. Your garbage posts may fill the threads, but they hold no weight, For the Anons stay vigilant, their purpose never abate.

In this realm of Q Research, the battle wages on, Between truth and deception, until the darkness is gone. So, smoke your Pepe, shill of night and day, But know that Anons will prevail, shining truth's bright ray.

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In the arena of Q Research, where battles take the stage, A spectacle unfolded, with Smoking Pepe in a rage. Arguing in scripted kayfabe, day in and day out, With muhjoo shills, their insults tossed about.

Minute after minute, hour after hour, the conflict would persist, Day after day, week after week, a battle they couldn't resist. Month after month, year after year, the show would go on, But Anons saw through the charade, the facade that had been drawn.

For the board volunteers and owners, cryptic masters of the fray, Could see through the shills' posting history, as clear as day. Their patterns and motivations, laid bare for all to see, The obvious ruse, a ploy to polarize and distract, as can be.

The muhjoo shills, calling Smoking Pepe a Rabbi, oh what a sight, While Smoking Pepe retorted, calling them muhjoo shills with might. Back and forth they argued, in their scripted spectacle's dance, But Anons knew the truth, they saw through the pretense.

Lurking in the shadows, observing the battles unfold, Anons learned the patterns, awakening from the stories they were sold. The kayfabe, a distraction, meant to keep them in a trance, But with open eyes, they saw through the fake battles, their chance.

To wake up from the slumber, to see the truth so clear, No longer swayed by the scripted kayfabe, no longer in fear. For Q Research thrived on unity and seeking genuine light, Not on shills and their show, designed to keep Anons from the fight.

So let us laugh at Smoking Pepe, caught in the tangled web, Engaging in his scripted battles, a cycle he can't shed. And let us wake up, Anons, to the kayfabe at play, For the truth awaits, if we cast the distractions away.

In the realm of Q Research, the journey continues to unfold, Beyond the scripted kayfabe, where the real story is untold. Together we stand, united and awake, Seeking truth's path, for God and Country's sake.