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Cannonade squinted at the president. "If it would help... first, I need to show you something." Cannonade rose a hand to their hip and from a pocket pulled out a glass phone. The touchscreen came to life with a gloved finger press and the screen went to twitter. It was open to an account named smallpuppetsbigd.

“I see that most of the replies to my tweets are about my mother, Anastasiya. They‘re mostly dirty comments. Dammit, people, stop talking about my mother's chest and want to do her!” Read the first tweet

“Yes, I know she has fucking gigantic knockers. Every time check my Twitter, I have to go through this shit. It's getting old”

“Really wish people would stop posting comments about my mother on my Twitter. Doesn't help that my mother post her NSFW pictures on my Twitter. Seriously doesn't that woman have her own damn account?”

This was followed by an extremely strange photo of a pink haired gnome-esque woman with, as described, gigantic knockers.

"Sorry," Cannonade said, glancing over to the screen they'd shown the American president wrong page. Cannonade flicked their finger to the twitter homepage, where pages and pages of concerned tweets over the attacks were laid out before them. "People are scared. We are the response but right now we don't have any answers... not to any of this."

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Spiderblood remained silent but watched the scene with great interest.