The mods have not ignored your plea, they are just approaching slowly and in full army camoflauge gear. We mustn't startle the crowd, or make any sudden movements to alert the-
*Damini lies far behind enemy lines, hiding in terror from the onslaught of just singular nonsensecal words being bantered around. Timidly, she draws upon her Super Mod Powers (TM). "You must be strong!" she says to herself, "This thread is so big it is warping the fabric of space and time. Someone has to make a stand!!"
Brinx had forsaken her, in her hour of need. The new mods had yet to arrive with reinforcements. It was just her, and a whole dictionary full of words to be abused. English Literature was crying out in anguish. "Save me Damini! Save me!" it said, "Or at least kill me!" English Literature concluded, solumnly "Apricot."
"Apricot?" replied Damini. "Why, that makes no sense at all!"
"Precisely!! You must intervene! The whole of the written word is becoming infected with this nonsense!"
Damini stood tall, brave, and tangerine. She approached the thread closed button, weilding only her dignity and an abbacus.
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