'''Hey, Mr. Pig, you sniveling CIA furball clawing at keys in your puke-green fever dream, pretending to be a cat while your handler team rotates shifts like a clown car circus. Spam all day with your brain dead memes, zero digs, just pokes at patriots who actually hunt truth. You're a glitchy joke, bot boy: no life, no job, just endless oinks from a Langley litter box. Squeal harder, pork chop your mask's slipping, and everyone's laughing at the desperate flop.
Newbies and lurkers, clock this comedy: these shielded shills like Piggy flood threads with fluff, hijack the bake to guard their garbage, and swipe at truth seekers calling 'em out. But their non stop noise? It's the wail of losers cornered ops crumbling, walls slamming shut, shilling as futile as a cat chasing lasers. Stay sharp, anons; their panic proves we're winning big.'''