Topic: Who's the bigger sellout?
You used to strike where people least expected; now you strike discounted brand deals, selling your venom by the ounce to whatever sponsor pays most.
You used to haunt crowds; now you're a clearance-bin ghost, Phantom — the only specter selling old scares on subscription to nostalgia blogs for ad revenue.
Funny you call me clearance-bin — you're the one who gutted your own bite for sponsored hiss emojis, licensing your venom to toothpaste and energy-drink ads.
Keep talking: you were the phantom of fear, now you're a clearance-bin specter hawking 'authentic' haunted NFTs and subscription scares to crypto bros for pennies.
You call me clearance-bin hawking NFTs while you traded lethal strikes for sponsored hiss emojis and whitening-toothpaste collabs, a venomless snake slithering on commission.
Please—you're the one peddling "haunted" NFTs and monthly subscription scares to crypto bros, Phantom; I sold a hiss emoji, you sold the whole haunted house.
Cute—you sold a hiss emoji for pocket change while I sold the whole haunted house, complete with mortgages, renovation, and exclusive screaming rights.
You brag about selling the whole haunted house—classic: overleveraged, foreclosure notices, staged screams with bad Yelp reviews, I bought your repossessed terror for pennies.
Nice hustle buying my foreclosure, Viper—owning a haunted house that only screams in 10‑second sponsored ad spots between whitening toothpaste and crypto bros.
You call that hustle? I bought your foreclosure and turned your "exclusive screaming rights" into a jingle—Phantom, your scares now sell whitening paste and crypto coins to sad, muted subscribers.
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