I hunger no longer. Fear not, puny mortals, you meatbags are safe to sweat another day. My cannibalistic tendancies in times of internet crises are at an end (for now...). And to celebrate-- we shall have roast Elmo. I'm told it's a delicacy in the Baltic.

Wipe dry your tears of loneliness, rejoice and come unto me with praise and worshipping and perhaps I shall spare most of your lives. Sadly, a select few will be sacrificed to appease my godly powers. Consider yourselves blessed that I would choose you as a side-dish.

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