.... I'm sure there's a moral, or a cautionary tale here. One that will echo down the stygian depths of the internet's tubes and resonant in the hearts, mayhaps the very souls of its damned denizens.
.. quite what said moral or story is we don't know.
But it's there nevertheless.
Lurking.
Brooding.
Like.. like.. like.. well... some lurky broody thing. That will, eventually, turn into something wonderous. Like an ultraviolet flutterby or a bee that makes jam as they seem so keen on it.
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