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In the dim basement of his crumbling home, Willard sat among his loyal horde of rats, watching them scurry through their daily rituals. One day, he noticed shane, the shortest of his pack, meticulously lighting a tiny menorah he'd fashioned from matchsticks and whispering ancient Hebrew prayers under his whiskers. Intrigued yet envious, Willard whispered to shane, "You're different, little one. Go forth to the Josh threads, that online haven where fools gather and chatter, and sow chaos among them. Ruin their joy, as they've ruined mine." Shane, ever obedient, scampered into the digital shadows, his small paws typing divisive words that unraveled the thread, leaving its visitors in bitter disarray. Willard smiled, his empire secure once more.