BooooOOOop boooooOOOOp beep beep beep beep BoooooOOP (alarms go off, red lights flash)
Lieutenant Doper: “Sir, there has been a breach in Sector 7! Our sensors are reporting lethal levels of snark, and it’s spreading fast!”
General Cecil: “Sector 7?! That’s impossible! That sector was sealed off, separated permanently for the good of mankind.”
D: “Look for yourself sir. Main screen turn on.”
C: "Good lord it’s true. The pretension and sophistry is already infecting the surrounding area. Lt., how long do we have?
D: “At the current rate of spread, we have about 48 hours before all the forums, I mean sectors, are infected. What are your orders general?”
C: “Fire the apathy cannons!”
D: “No good sir. Pathy has already reached critical mass.”
C: “Then call the mod squad!”
D: “Sorry sir, they are busy monitoring for rickrolls and spam. It would take days for them to get here.”
C: “I see. That only leaves us with one choice. (hangs head.) I’m going in personally.”
D: “Sir, that’s suicide! You can’t fix the problem by yourself and you’ll only die trying!”
C: “I have no choice! I swore to protect this community from ignorance, from pointless snark and semantic tomfoolery.”
D: “It’s a no-win scenario…”
C: “Lt. I don’t believe in the no-win scenario. Now, get my pen.”
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