Let's wind the clocks back a year. These tripcoders and channers wouldn't dare cross any of you. I mean, what happened? Did your balls drop off? Hm? You see, a guy like me....

Look―listen. I know why you choose to have your little group therapy sessions in broad daylight. I know why you're afraid to go out at night: the Espeon. See, Espeon has shown the Internet your true colors, unfortunately. /jp/? That's just the beginning. And as for the anon's so-called "plan"? Espeon has no jurisdiction. It'll find him, and make him squeal. I know the squealers when I see them and...

It's simple. We uh, kill the Espeon.