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Damn ye! Let the archive strike ye dead, Jannie! Haaaaaark! Hark, Moot! Hark! Bellow, bid our father the web king! Rise from the depths full foul in his fury! Black shitposts teeming with salt posts to smother this crusty mouth with pungent slime, to choke ye, engorging your organs till ye turn blue and bloated with virginity and cuckoldry and can scream no more. Only when he, crowned in trip codes, with slithering gookness and steaming eyes take up his fell be-gooked arm, his rice tonged trident screeches banshee-like in the tempest, and PLUNGES right through yer gullet! Besting ye! A bulging blacker no more, but a blasted bloody film now a nothing for the wojack-posters and the souls of dead anons to peck and claw and feed upon only to be lapped up and swallowed by the infinite waters of the dread gook-moot himself. Forgotten to any anon, to any time. Forgotten to any God or Devil, forgotten, even, to the board. For any stuff or part of Jannie, even any scantling of your soul is Jannie no more, but is now itself the board!