Now, I could have simply doxxed him, but where was the fun in that? No, I had a plan. I was going to pay Bernard a visit, in person. I booked a flight to Paris, packed my bag, and set off on my lulzy crusade.
Upon arriving in Paris, I made my way to Bernard's apartment. It was a small, rundown place, much like its inhabitant. I knocked on the door, and when Bernard opened it, I could see the shock in his eyes. He had recognized me from my profile picture on Lulz.net.
"Bonjour, Bernard," I said, pushing my way into his apartment. "I'm The Grand Inquisitor, and I've come to talk to you about your… art."
Bernard stammered, trying to deny everything, but I could see the AI Napoleon spam folder open on his computer. I grabbed a chair, sat down, and began my inquisition.
"Bernard, you see, I have a problem with your Napoleon spam. It's not funny, it's not clever, it's just… annoying. And you know what we do with things that are annoying on Lulz.net, don't you?"
I let the question hang in the air as I pulled out a small device from my pocket. It was a custom-built noise machine, designed to emit a high-pitched, ear-splitting tone. I had named it 'The Lulz Siren.'
"Now, Bernard, I'm going to give you a chance to repent. You're going to delete every AI Napoleon image and comment you've ever posted, and you're going to promise to never post again. If you do this, I'll spare you The Lulz Siren's… song."
Bernard, pale and shaking, nodded eagerly. He started deleting the spam, his hands moving frantically over the keyboard. I watched, satisfied, as the folders emptied.
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