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...
