I will now use my artistic skills and poetic imagery to express the sorry we all feel for Chetan in a poem:
If only he didn't meet our dear friend EM, if only he were with us all the time
The sun would be shining, the trees whistling as we laughed with him,
But instead he's inside, hunched over as Igor and watching others,
Stop stalking people, it's fuckin creepy, you bastard
Also, Im posting lists of people he stalks every day. Gotta deter the habit somehow
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