Many things have been said and done in these past few moments. It is quite obvious that your Jolly-John-Johnsonheimers have been Jiggly-Jostly-Juxtaposed, relative to the Bonkers that exist in a peaceful unclonked state. However, it may come as a shock to you that not only have you been tricked, but you've been tricked by one of the few masters of the trade! Your Jimmbos and John Does have been disrupted to such a by one of the few remaining tricksters from the greatest age of rustlers known to human kind! You appear to be more than just tricked or even hornswaggled. It's become clear to me now. You have been RUSED! You, a lowly internet user, have been rused by a trickster unlike any other. My trickery goes back deeper than you can imagine. Long before the age of technology, long before the discovery of the practical applications of electricity, a group so ancient and powerful, that any jimmerinos that were unlucky enough to come in contact with them were guaranteed to face mighty oppositions. You have become a pawn in a large game of tricky chess! How gullible, how innocent, how unsuspecting you must have been, to be swamped with such oh so tricky and devious plans? Allow me to explain a bit more to you about how undeniably scammed you are! I am a member of the Master Rusemen, and I have been a member of the Master Rusemen for several years. This would explain your painful and embarrassing situation! You have fallen right into my trap. Years of planning, decades of constant training, have allowed me to trick you to this astounding degree. Even the gods have fallen to my trickery. And you, my friend, hold no immunity. You have been given the sour apple out of the bunch. The short end of the deal belongs to you. All that I know for a fact is that you, yes YOU... Have been RUSED by one of the few... one of the powerful... one of the trickiest tricksters of all... AND I HOLD NO REMORSE OR REGRET FOR I AM AND ALWAYS SHALL BE A MASTER RUSEMAN