From the Commanders Grimm: Wumpelstiltskin
(...) And on the third day the intern came back again, and said: "I have not been able to find a single new name, but as I came to a Boston - where starving dogs die of encephalitis in the cold December nights - there I saw a dirty house, and in this house the screen of a Mac was glowing, and round about the screen quite a ridiculous tall troon was tweeting, it hopped on an Asian's back, and shouted -
'To-day I reee, to-morrow shill,
the next I'll be Congresswoman.
Ha, glad am I that know no one will
that John Walker Flynt was my name.' "
You may imagine how glad Congressman Lynch was when he heard the name.
And when soon afterwards the tall troon came in, and asked, "Now, Congressman Lynch, what is my name?"
At first he said, "Was your name Connie?"
"No."
"Was your name Mary?"
"No."
"Perhaps your name was John Walker Flynt ?"
"GamerGate has told you that! GamerGate has told you that!" cried the tall troon, and in its anger it plunged its right foot so deep into the earth that its whole leg went in, and then in rage it pulled at its left leg so hard with both hands that it tore himself in two...