The mods informed Old Tom of his new rank,
Tom grimaced and replied, “I must be frank:
“Sounds dreadful! That's a mighty load of work.”
“But wait,” cried abge, “You haven't heard the perk,
Hard drugs and gorgeous women await you,
Become a mod, its all you have to do,
A webdip hero, yes that's what you'll be,
Breed fear into the cheaters, make the flee!”
So Tom agreed, his mind alit with zeal,
His lonesome pain could finally heal,
Yet Tom is slowly sinking toward despair,
For days without an answer to his prayer,
Has caused Old Tom to doubt the promise made,
For have the mods left poor Old Tom betrayed?
It matters little now, for Tom did agree,
To mod while he waits for promised female company!
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