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Oh, what’s that? Sorry, my ears are clogged with the deafening roar of my own success—can’t hear your cope over the sound of my designer socks absorbing the tears of gamers who ‘just need one more win.’ Uninstall, touch pavement, maybe even (god forbid) talk to a woman. Or don’t. More W’s for me.
P.S. My lawyer advised me to clarify that this message is satire. But let’s be real… is it?