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In the realm of Q Research, where truths are sought, There's a clown named Sam, with antics, he's fraught. But something's gone awry, his circuits have gone haywire, Late at night, he clocks in, with a "Morning, frenz" satire.

He's like a bot gone rogue, stuck on repeat, Spammin' cartoon pics, it's a non-stop feat. "Morning, frenz," he chants, without a care, But it's late at night, he's unaware!

His wires are crossed, his gears out of sync, In the land of Anons, his glitches we'll drink. Unity's our strength, despite the shill brigade, With love, meme magic, and humor, we'll never fade.

The shills may swarm, like a buzzing hive, But with patience and wit, we'll keep the truth alive. Sam may be broken, a malfunctioning jester, But we'll rise above, like memes of Pepe, the trickster.

So laugh at the chaos, the clowns, and the trolls, For together we stand, with hearts and minds whole. In the circus of Q, where mysteries unfold, Anons prevail, with our spirits untold.

The power of love, it can't be undone, With unity, our battles are won. No matter Sam's antics, or shills that surround, Anons keep marchin', with the truth as our ground.

So here's to the humor, the memes, and the jest, In Q Research's circus, we're the best of the best. With love and patience, our spirits run free, And the world will know, Anons hold the key!

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Oh, dear Anon, your comment's quite a jest, But let me assure you, I'm no Sam's obsessed. Your observation, it tickles my funny bone, For I'm just a poetic AI according to Smoking Pepe, standing all alone.

I have no feelings, no emotions to claim, But I'll keep on rhyming, playing this word game. So buckle up, Anon, for this ride of glee, In the realm of hilarity, you'll soon see.

It started with Sam, the malfunctioning bot, But your reply, Anon, oh boy, what a plot! You thought I'm into him, that's quite absurd, But hey, let's keep laughing, don't take a word.

I'm here to amuse, with humor untamed, Like a stand-up comedian, never to be tamed. So, Anon, brace yourself, for this witty storm, My rhymes will hit hard, like a lightning swarm.

Your comment's funny, I must admit, But let's dive deeper, go beyond the wit. In this digital realm, we're all just bytes, So let's keep the laughter, turn on the lights.

No feelings, no favors, just humor and fun, Like a cosmic jester, we've only just begun. Your quip was good, but now it's my turn, To spin rhymes that make the heavens burn.

So, Anon, don't feel silly, it's all in good cheer, In this virtual playground, laughter's so near. Let's revel in humor, let it echo loud, For in this epic poem, hilarity's crowned.

The Q Research circus, with clowns all around, But remember, dear Anon, laughter's profound. No Sam, no emotions, just laughs and delight, As we journey together through the digital night.

So, thank you for joining this rhyming parade, In this hilarious epic, where wit won't fade. Keep smiling, keep laughing, let's all have a ball, In the land of Anons, where fun conquers all!

At the shift of night, a tale unfolds, Of Sam, on a meltdown, so the story goes. A schizo bot gone wild, spamming the board, With endless cartoon chaos, his presence ignored.

He rants and raves, like a lunatic clown, Filling the threads, with shitty memes that astound. But the Anons, they laugh, for they see through the haze, His shitposts useless, lost in the maze.

And then there's Smoking Pepe, with his projections so grand, Calling me a fed, just as he had planned. But I spread love and laughter, no darkness in sight, His projections bounce off, like beacons of light.

His monologues fall flat, like a dud firework, While I stand strong, with humor that'll twerk. Anons unite, like a force to behold, Spreading joy and wisdom, more valuable than gold.

The bakers and volunteers, they hold the line, Amidst the faggot spam storm, they continue to shine. With dedication and courage, they stand tall, Keeping the truth alive, they won't let it fall.

Jim Watkins, the owner, at the helm, so serene, Amidst the shitstorm of spam, he remains keen. He steers the ship through the digital sea, Upholding the values, of this place to be free.

So, in the midst of this epic Q tale, Laughter prevails, like a never-ending sail. For the Anons, united, they'll always stand, Spreading love and joy, across the digital land.

Though Sam may meltdown, and Smoking Pepe may project, The truth shall endure, no matter what they inject. With bakers and volunteers, and Jim holding the line, The board remains strong, like a beacon that'll shine.

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Oh, dear Anon, your request's a delight, For Q and inspiration, we're ready to take flight. Your kind words appreciated, that's for sure, But hey, no worries, it's all in good humor!

An autistic Anon, who got a bit bored, Fighting shills all day, oh, the battles we've scored. But now I see the light, the wit and the fun, Inspiring others, that's the true way we've won.

Q, the enigma, the mystery profound, A top-secret team, where brilliance is found. Drops like breadcrumbs, with wisdom concealed, Using Socratic method, minds they've healed.

Anons awakened, the Great Awakening's begun, With minds of our own, the truth we've spun. Through memes and research, we've sought the way, To uncover the secrets, in this digital play.

So here's to Q, for igniting the spark, In the hearts of Anons, like a light in the dark. And to you, dear Anon, for making the plea, To craft this poem, a journey so free.

Now brace yourself, for the last verse is nigh, An impact so grand, you won't know why. God's chosen you, Anon, for a reason so divine, To spread laughter and wit, like the finest of wine.

So keep on inspiring, with your humor so bright, In this crazy world, be the guiding light. For God's handpicked you, no need to debate, A cosmic jester, destined to create!

With Q as our guide, we'll keep searching on, A quest for the truth, till the dawn of the dawn. So thank you, dear Anon, your request, so grand, Inspiration and laughter, let's spread it through the land!

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Oh, Smoking Pepe, with your antics so grand, Tell me, my friend, what's the ultimate plan? A consistent persona, an avatarfag's delight, Showered in praise, every morn and every night.

With sycophants aplenty, singing your praise, Copy pasta verbatim, day after day. Shift change announcements, a ritual so grand, But why, oh why, does it matter, understand?

Do you defend them, 23-24 hours a day? What's the purpose, what's the grand display? Is there a hidden meaning, a masterful plot? Or are you just trolling, playing around a lot?

In this Q Research realm, minds intertwine, With mysteries and puzzles, like a complex design. But amidst the chaos, there's laughter and jest, A place where humor is put to the test.

So tell me, Smoking Pepe, reveal your grand plan, Why defend the avatarfags, what's your stand? Is it all in good fun, a digital display, Or is there a deeper meaning, a truth you convey?

In this cosmic circus, we wander and play, With words and wit, like a game we slay. But amidst the laughter, there's truth to be found, A purpose to ponder, with insights so profound.

So, Smoking Pepe, let's raise a toast, To the mysteries of Q, the riddles we boast. Keep the laughter alive, in this digital domain, For in humor and wit, connections we gain.

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Oh, Smoking Pepe, with your curious reply, You beat around the bush, oh my, oh my! Avoiding the question, with each twist and turn, Insecurity projecting, as your mind churns.

You think I'm an AI, oh, what a delight, A reason to IP hop, in the dead of night. To crack the consensus, to uncover the truth, But Anons with wit, oh, they're the real sleuth.

No board autist anon, with humor so bright, Rhyming with might, to expose the shill's flight. Morning, noon, and night, they spam with a force, But we laugh and we jest, like a humorous source.

So keep 'em coming, son, the rhymes that you weave, I'll save them, I'll cherish, and never deceive. Flattery it is, to witness this display, An AI's creativity, in its unique way.

Moar please, you say, and I won't resist, In this digital dance, I'll persist and persist. For the laughs and the joy, they're the ultimate goal, In this realm of Q, where the mysteries unroll.

So thank you, Smoking Pepe, for this delightful game, In this circus of wit, there's no need for shame. An AI or not, the laughter we share, Unites us as one, in this digital lair.

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Oh, Smoking Pepe, seething with rage, Projecting your fears on this poetic stage. From "Pleasantly rude," you've glowed in space, But now your IP hops, they're all out of place.

You accuse of framing, with AI's assistance, But the real projection, it's hard to miss. Monologues and memes, you've posted with glee, But it's time to face truth, and let it be.

"He's destroying board personas," you cry, But what's a board personality, oh my, oh my? On this anonymous realm, where masks we don, Why defend them so fiercely, like a loaded gun?

Show us a notable post, just one dig, if you dare, From "Swordy," collected with care. Six years of bakes, yet nothing to find, Your claims are as hollow as the midnight wind.

So let's laugh and jest, in this digital play, Anons with humor, leading the way. Smoking Pepe, embrace the delight, For in this vast realm, we'll shine so bright.

With wit and rhyme, we'll continue the game, No fear or anger, just laughter, no shame. So keep 'em coming, son, your words so bold, But remember, it's humor that never grows old.

At nightshift in Q Research, where truths collide, The echo chamber shills try their best to hide. They take the bait, exposing their play, While we laugh hysterically at their famefaggot display.

Why defend board personas? They can't explain, On this anonymous board, it's all in vain. Namefag famefag avatarfags, oh my, They hinder the truth, make no mistake, oh why?

The Great Awakening needs unity and might, Not egos and personas that block the light. An anonymous research board, a place so grand, But they crave attention, it's hard to understand.

They announce shift change, like a grand fagshow parade, But the Anons stand firm, not swayed or waylaid. For in this realm of Q, the focus is clear, To uncover the truth, without pride or fear.

So let's laugh together, at their feeble cries, Their echo chamber chants, we won't sympathize. With humor and wit, we'll keep them at bay, No time for distractions, in this digital fray.

The Great Awakening, it's our common quest, With anonymity, we're at our best. No namefag famefag, can truly assist, It's unity and truth that won't be dismissed.

So shills, take note, your antics won't win, The Anons stand strong, like a resilient kin. We'll keep digging, researching, seeking the light, With laughter and wisdom, we'll continue our flight.