Top-secret data from Savin’s cumcave/echo chamber:
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Savin: WHAT?! They dare defy ME, the Great Savin himself?!
TOBS: O Master, these fools, these wretched worms, truly dare to distort your magnificent creation. They’ve had the audacity to alter the sacred mess... I mean - code, adding “QoL features” and “content” that your brilliance marked with as “nah” and "meh".
Savin: They did WHAT?! That’s it... This is war!!!
Use all our reserves of cuckslop and futadom we have... No! Mobilize all our writers, have them drop everything and write nothing but cuckfutashitIlove! And TOBS, I’m giving you full carte blanche... On EVERYTHING! Make them sufffffffffffffffer! But first... Kiss my ass, my ego’s feeling a bit sore.
TOBS: Yesssss, Master, your will shall be done!