TO THE SICKLY CASH COW WITH SICKLY UDDERS...

GO SWEEP YOUR OWN FLOORS...

MY EYES HAVE ROLLED SO FAR BACK INTO MY BRAIN THAT I AM NOW LOOKING AT MY MAD BRAIN.

NFT'S R DEAD.

MEAT COLLECTORS... SOULLESS SCAMMERS...

HAVE BUILT THEIR GOLDMINES ON QUICKSAND.

AND WE ARE GOING DOWN.

FAST...