"HBOCers could be here" he thought. "I've never been in this thread before. There could be HBOCers anywhere." The cool wind felt good against his supersuit. "I HATE HBOCers," he thought. Sweet Dreams are Made of These reverberated his entire car. making it pulsate even as the $3 malt liquor circulated through his powerful thick veins and washed away his (merited) hatred of falseflaggers on 4chan. "With literally scaling, you can do whatever you want" he said to himself, out loud.