I saw this, immediately copy pasted and ran it through my command terminal, and was shocked to my core. I received this ominous message:
I met a troon from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and cockless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And mustached lip, and sneed of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Elliot William Fong, Troon of Troons;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Crotch, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
