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Wojak looked up at the door.
“Give us your Wagies, your NEETs and your unifags. Give us the kissless, the handholdless, and the virgins.”
The air was still.
In the distance, a figure came towards them.
“It’s Sergey!” The crowd erupted into cheer. “He’s come to take us to Lamboland!” “It’s the pilot!” Wagie’s heart quickened...
There he stood.
Big Mac man.
“Big Mac!” Wagie cried out.
Big Mac man still had a black eye from where Wagie punched him. Wagie ran up to Sergey. “Do you forgive me for punching you?” Wagie said. “Please take me to lamboland with you. I’m sorry!”
“My son, today you are with me in Lamboland.” Sergey touched Wagie Wojak’s shoulder and Wojak transformed into a brilliant green Wojak. His mortal McDonalds uniform coil fell away. Sergey walked through the crowd. He had the key to the spaceship. The cheering from the marines intensified, the wailing of those left outside grew louder.
“The few. The proud. The LINK marines.”
“1000 EOY!”
“We’re not selling!”
Someone began to say, “Tonight. Tonight. Tonight.” And they stomped in unison.
“Tonight!”
“Tonight!”
“Tonight!”
“TONIGHT!”
Sergey opened the spaceship doors and turned around to face the crowd.
“Strap in, boys.”

I'm never selling my LINK. I don't care how much fud you throw in my face. Sergey is ten times more autistic than any of us and Ari Juels is too heavily into Saturn for this project to fail. Marines, stop fudding. Stop swinging. The future is right around the corner. They could pump this shit to the moon if they revealed on a public scale all of the breadcrumbs anons have found. They haven't because they don't give a shit about the price. They care about delivering. The world is going to run on Chainlink. All we've gotta do is hold strong.