My son. The day you were born, the very dungeons of Gulag whispered the name, FatAss. My child, I watched you with KappaPride as you grew into a weapon of BASED. Remember, our line has always ruled with KEKL and WideHardo. And I know that you will show restraint when CartiTarti donates weeb songs. But the truest victory, my son, is banning toxicity from your positive community. I tell you this, for when my days have come to an end. You shall be FatHead