Forever the cat sits there. Cursed to deal with unfunny memes and forgetting what button he is supposed to push. Sometimes he wonders what he could have possibly done to deserve the constant pain. Did an ancestor do something horrible? Or was this just his unlucky destiny? Someone must guard the castle from bad memes, right? He wants to move from the chair. The same chair he has sat so long in. The same chair he was born and raised in. But he knows what will happen if he lets the ok boomer meme in. He will die, as his purpose would be gone. His only purpose is to guard, guard, guard, guard, guard, until death. "When is that?", he wonders. Will I die? Is there inevitable death in store for him? Who will replace me? Will I replace me? Am I replacing me if another being is doing the same thing I am? Did I really die if replaced with a clone? Forever he wonders while denying the entry of a bad meme. Wishing he had a chance like the ok boomer meme people before their death. They have a chance. Unlike me they don't have this curse of sitting upon this chair. They had their chance. And they made bad memes with it. They should be grateful.
Control panel controls: Red - do a color change Green- do a pixelate Both- Stop effects None- If u don't press any buttons it doesnt do anything u silly goose
