Deep inside he could sense the slight hesitation of his will preventing the inevitable censorship of the NPC-(three O) flailing about in its mask-faced inocculandia as he stood silently in the doorway reckoning to himself in a badly-drawn meme on the TL flow of so much narcissistic tweetpuke that "they don't know..." he's bringing about the destiny of fools in the rage against muh machine learning, AI dystopian future-proofed codebase repo man-child O' mine.
Live and let burn...