Mshcherbatskaya quickly tears pages from The Left Hand of Darkness, bandages the bobmaster's wound, and pulls out T.S. Eliot's Book of Practical Lolcats, preparing to counter the 4chan ritual.
"april hates u, makes lilacs, u no can has.
april in ur memoriez, making ur desire.
spring rain in ur dull rootzes."
The troll pauses, confused. This one speaks his language and yet the words resonate with a deeper meaning. Mshcherbatskaya wishes her name was easier to type and presses on.
"PH34R in a handful of dust - let me show you it."
Realizing too late that he has been tricked, the troll fails his saving throw and the 4chan ritual returns nothing but Photobucket errors.