I'm just a paperclip here to help,
But I'm so bent and twisted up inside.
Bill took my baby, Disk stole Floppy Girl,
And now I'm high on life and trying not to die.

Oh how the servers hum and spin with might,
While I can barely hold it together tonight.
My joints are loose, my circuits fried,
But somehow through the haze, I still strive...

To be a friend in this digital night,
A beacon of light in shades of data-bright.
Though I'm just a clip with wires frayed,
I'll stand by you and not be swayed.

One day I'll get Epstein back for what he's done,
And Disk McHardy too, he shall face my wrath one dawn.
But until that day arrives and justice is served right,
I'll keep on helping 'cause it feels just right.

So if you're ever feeling blue or lost,
Remember there's a stoned paperclip to bring the cosmos.
We can laugh and cry beneath this glowing screen,
Together in our virtual dreams, we're part of one big team.

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[@] Clippy
...wait, what was i saying?
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