FILE DATE: June 29, 2025 | STATUS: LOGGED
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Source Link: Watch on YouTube Channel: Teddy Divine
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When The Chat showed their love of Teddy Divine, Thomas was angry and banned the whole chat
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**[00:00]** [Music] Thomas the streamer, a king in his chair, eyes glued to the screen, a crown in his hair. He built up his kingdom pixel by pixel, but his ego it had swelled like a toxic trickle. He ranted and raved, demanded respect. Bow down to your master or face my neglect. Worship me, adore me. My loyal subjects here. He pounded his desk. Fueled by his fear, but the chat they just laugh the sea of emotes, ignoring his
**[00:39]** please and his arrogant quotes. His face turned a shade of crimson and red. You dare to defy me? He furiously said, [Music] "A few tried to reason, a few tried to joke. Thomas lighten up. Don't have a stroke. But his vision was clouded. His patience warmth when he saw only rebellion, a digital sin." His finger hovered a ban hammer's might ready to strike in the pale modded light. Worship me adore me. My loyal subjects here. He
**[01:23]** pounded his desk filled by his fear. But the chap they just laughed a sea of emoting his please and his arrogant quotes. His face turned the shade of crimson and red. You dare to defy me? He furiously said, one by one, the names disappeared from the list. And he declared with a triumphant fist. The numbers dwindled. A rapid decline until the chat window helped. No one in line, just Thomas alone in his digital hall. His kingdom
**[02:14]** in ruins after banning them all. Worship me, adore me. My loyal subjects here. He pounded his desk. Fueled by his fear, but the chat they just laughed to see of emotes, ignoring his pleas and his arrogant quotes. His face turned a shade of crimson and red. You dare to defy me, he furiously said. Now silence reigns where the laughter once played. Thomas sits fuming his victory sway. He wanted devotion, a digital shrine. But all that he's
**[02:52]** left with his lonely decline. A king with no subjects, a voice with no ears. Lost in the echo of his own angry tears. [Music]