On a quest to find knowledge, truth and dankness he trained with the memetic master monks of the High Sierras. He learned the art of shit posting alchemical gold. Booseephus blazed a trail so retarded that the masters asked him to leave and never to return because they never invited him in the first place and he kind of just showed up and it was like super annoying and past appropriate. But it mattered not he was ready to continue his 33,000 year old Highlander like battle with Klaus Schwab, the dark adrenochrome warlock of the Davos realm. The lord of pies and the holder of lines.
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