You fool, now that you revealed to us her secret internet safehouse, we shall force her out her hideout and, ferried over by helicopters, cybernetically chain her to the dreaded J2O. At last, her personalized, specifically designated cell room shall have a purpose once more. I'm afraid we simply can not allow her tileset generating proficiency slip from our hands again, especially not at today's economy.

You hear me, "Olven"?! Your liberty filled, carefree days at which you could draw furries at will are over.

None can escape us! Long live the mods!