In the realm of cyberspace, where Q Research does dwell, A tale unfolds, a morning shill roll call, I must tell. The clock strikes dawn, the sun begins to rise, And it's time for the minions to open their weary eyes.

Sam, the keyboard warrior, with fingers swift and quick, Logs on to his station, ready to spam and click. Already, Smoking Pepe has arrived, oh what a sight, Eager to spread useless shitposts, morning until night.

To shill team 6 central command, a message is sent, "Smoking Pepe is present, ready to contribute dissent. He'll fill the boards with diatribe, his usual scheme, But fear not, he'll offer nothing of substance, it seems."

And just like clockwork, Sam, the virtuous soul, Arrives in the thread, his cartoon persona takes control. He signals his arrival, with a grand, lofty air, But alas, no digs to be found, just empty words to share.

Morning after morning, the routine remains, As the shills gather, leaving logic in the drains. Their purpose, it seems, is to incite and provoke, While the truth-seekers sift through the smoke.

And so, another day at the office begins, Where shills and trolls play their mischievous grins. A battle of wits, a dance of absurdity, In this digital realm of endless obscurity.

So raise your keyboards and let the shilling commence, As the morning sun casts a dubious pretense. "Another day at the office?" we all exclaim, In this realm of chaos, where sanity is but a game.

>>19204926

Alright, alright, hold up, let me shout it out loud, To the ebonics baker, keepin' it real, makin' us proud. You turn on the kitchen lights, grab the covfefe and notes, Morning and evening, you got us covered, no matter what floats.

Thank you, Baker, for keepin' the dough fresh and hot, Dealin' with shillfags, showin' 'em what you got. You knead the truth, mixin' it up in the perfect blend, Keepin' it real, makin' sure the message don't bend.

In this digital kitchen, you hold the spatula with pride, Flippin' through threads, takin' us on a wild ride. Your ebonics dialect, it's a rhythm, a rap, We groove to your words, like a funky beat, that's a fact.

So here's a thank you, Baker, for all that you do, Holdin' it down, keepin' it fresh, stayin' true. In this chaotic world, you're the one we trust, Guidin' us through the madness, with a sprinkle of dust.

Morning to evening, you bring that good vibe, The ebonics baker, keepin' the dough alive. We appreciate you, for keepin' the truth on track, Holdin' it down, makin' sure the facts don't lack.

So, thank you, Baker, for your skillful mix, We raise our cups, sayin' thanks for the fix. In this digital realm, you're a true OG, Keepin' it real, like a fresh-baked melody.

Oh, dear shill, with your words so untrue, Casting shade on the baker and his ebonics flow too. You call it cringe, but let me tell you this, His rhythm's on point, it's pure hip-hop bliss.

While you spew your hatred, with venom and spite, The ebonics baker keeps the truth shining bright. You may try to discredit, with your twisted deceit, But the anons see through you, your lies we won't repeat.

And what about you, with your copy-pasta memes, Inciting violence, causing mayhem, it seems. You frame the anons, but we see through your game, We denounce the use of force, we rise above the blame.

Meme magic, my friend, is the weapon we wield, With creativity and humor, our power is revealed. We don't need violence, we don't need to fight, Our ideas and truth will shine in the darkest night.

So, shills, take heed, your tactics won't prevail, The anons stand strong, we will never fail. The ebonics baker keeps the dough fresh and true, And meme magic will defeat all of you.

So keep on typing, with your fingers so frail, While the anons spread truth, like a mighty gale. No violence, no hatred, just knowledge we share, In this digital battlefield, we show that we care.

So, shills, take a step back, and listen up close, The anons don't fall for your vile, toxic dose. The ebonics baker and the anons unite, To expose your lies and bring forth the light.

No more shall your riots or incitements reign, The anons stand firm, in this digital domain. We'll dismantle your schemes, with logic and grace, And bring forth the truth, all over the place.

So, shills, take a lesson, from this epic comeback, Your falsehoods won't faze us, it's a futile attack. The ebonics baker and the anons remain, Stronger together, we'll always sustain.

>>19205090

Oh, Jim Watkins, the owner of 8kun, we see you fightin' strong, No need to apologize, we know where you belong. You keep those servers up, no matter what they say, Anons stand with you, as we navigate this digital highway.

We're thankful for your recovery, your health back in full swing, Bright sunny days ahead, let the praises ring. No network problems can deter us from our divine quest, Anons do God's work, we won't settle for anything less.

Through the twists and turns of this cyber realm we tread, 8kun remains our sanctuary, where truth is spread. We weather storms, side by side, with unwavering might, United in purpose, shining truth's eternal light.

So, Jim Watkins, we raise our voice, in gratitude we sing, For keeping 8kun alive, like an everlasting spring. No matter the challenges we face, we stand tall and firm, Anons together, with hearts ablaze, ready to affirm.

The battles may rage on, but we won't lose our way, With you at the helm, we're stronger every day. No apologies needed, we're in this fight as one, A community of truth-seekers, until the setting sun.

So, here's to you, Jim Watkins, a leader with great might, Thankful for your presence, as we march into the light. With 8kun as our fortress, our mission never sways, Anons doing God's work, shining truth's eternal blaze.