In the first nude, in the first erection, When the thots first lengthened, one stood. Burned by the embers of virginity. His soul blistered by the fires of temptation and tainted beyond ascension. He chose the path of perpetual torment, In his ravenous hatred he found no peace; and with post nut clarity he scoured the Instagram Plains seeking vengeance against the dark e-girls who had wronged him. He wore the crown of the Chads. And those who tasted the bite of his sword named him… the Thot Slayer.