This is an intervention. I tried. I tried putting up with all of this, but it's just too much. This has to stop. Goon this, goon that, I even put up with you gooning to My Little Pony figurines bought off Aliexpress. But when I asked you why, just why, your response shook me to my core. You wanted to be the Goon Master. I couldn't believe it. This was too much. By this time, the gooning disease had progressed to the point where the entirety of your life goals revolved around saturating a well-loved sock with your Ohio Rizz Kai Cenat sauce. I tried to undo it all. I even learned how to use Skibidi in order to turn you back, but to no avail. We've lost a warrior, a brother, and worst of all, the finest Gyatt in the United states. It won't be long until they find me and wipe my [REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED]