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"Who’s joe?" a distant voice asks.

Instantly everyone nearby hears the sound of 1,000s of bricks rapidly shuffling towards his location.

The earth itself seemed to cry out in agony, until finally the ground itself split open and a horrific creature crawled from the ground, covered in mucus and tar.

”Joe Momma…” the creature whispered.

The man cried out in pain as he disintegrated into dust, and the whole world fell silent in fear.

"I did a little trolling." the wretched creature remarked before burrowing back into the earth.

If Birdy3535 has a million fans, then I am one of them. If Birdy3535 has ten fans, then I am one of them. If Birdy3535 has only one fan then that is me. If Birdy3535 has no fans, then that means I am dead. If the world is against Birdy3535, then I am against the world.