Son, we live in a world that has killboards, and those killboards have to be filled by toons with amusing names. Who's gonna do it? You? You, capsuleer? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Hugh Mungus and you curse the triggered snowflakes. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know, that Hugh Mungus's name, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, sustains memes! You don't want the truth, because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that killboard. You need me on that killboard. We use words like "krabs", "dual-tanked", "ewar only". We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very memes that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it.