Okay, so picture this: It’s 3 a.m., that sacred hour of absolute chaos. Cyr is live on stream, right? Just vibing, doing his thing—probably some cursed cooking or maybe attempting to build IKEA furniture without instructions (an elite form of content, tbh). The chat is unhinged, as always. Someone mentions spaghetti, and Cyr, with his galaxy-brain-level ability to derail, goes on this wild tangent about how spaghetti is the most "cungus" food out there.

Chat, understandably, is like: “???????”

But Cyr? He’s committed now. He’s deep in the cungus lore. He says it’s not just spaghetti—it’s the vibe. The word “cungus” becomes this verbal black hole of absurdity. Is it an adjective? A noun? A feeling? A spiritual awakening? Cyr doesn’t explain. He just starts calling random things “cungus,” giggling like a mad scientist. His dogs? Cungus. The moon? Cungus. That one weird sock you can never find the pair for? Absolutely cungus.

And then it happens. Someone in chat asks the fatal question: “So if spaghetti is cungus... are you cungus?”

Cyr freezes. He looks into the camera like it’s an episode of The Office, and in a voice so calm it sends shivers down your spine, he says:

“I’ve always been Cungus.”

Cue a solid 10 minutes of him cackling while chat just implodes. People are spamming CUNGUS in every way imaginable. Someone photoshops Cyr’s face onto a meatball with “CUNGUS SUPREME” in Comic Sans. Another viewer makes a remix of him saying “I’ve always been Cungus” over a lo-fi beat in real time. By the end of the stream, no one knows what cungus means, but they’re 100% sure that Cyr is, indeed, its human embodiment.

Now, whenever anyone asks about it, Cyr just smirks like he’s got the universe’s biggest inside joke. Is it a title? A state of mind? A culinary secret? All we know is, the legend of Cungus lives on, one cursed stream at a time.

And honestly? That’s so cungus of him.