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Portugal
thinks his cheats will win the fight,
wallhacks on and aimbot bright,
still gets clapped in every sight.
Between the rounds he disappears,
for pony pics and private cheers,
“My Little Pony” on his screen,
the strangest gamer ever seen.
Rainbow stickers, sweaty chair,
coping hard in all-chat there,
scripts and hacks can’t save the day,
when your aim and brain both drift away.