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Rosie, most people don't care if you make something.
But if you do, most people will make fun of you.
Again
The Chungus himself pulls a carrot out of thin air, eyeing it with glee and barely hidden excitement. He looks to the camera, before taking a solid bite out of it, shaking as the tasty treat goes down to his massive stomach. He grins, and takes a deep breath
"What's up Doc?"
After saying his main line, he "hops" off screen, nearly tripping. Once fully off screen, he finds Rosie sitting at her computer. He shakes his head and hops over to her.
"You did this to us."
Upon seeing all the hate Chungus The Moderately Large got from his attempts to eat a carrot and fix a problem, he pulls himself out of a hole that he was hiding in while his meme slowly died and became nothing more than a fucking mistake. He expands to his normal size, truly becoming The Big Chungus. The massive rabbit(?) then waddles into Sarinman's Alt graveyard, knowing where he belongs, and knows that the only reason why he'd ever be used again is to make Sarinman feel like there's a lot of people in DMs by bringing all of his alts onto DMs at the same time.
"It's been a not so long ride, Doc. I hope I never have to use this persona again. It was fucking terrible."
Chungus grabs a shovel and starts digging his own grave, already having a headstone that he made the day he learned he became a meme, knowing how imminent his demise was. People say that they would want to know the exact day they'd die, but in truth, it was torture. As he digs away at the slightly moist dirt, the mess getting all over his once radiant fur, he reflects back on why he even came to exist in the first place. Was it just a mistake, or was it truly on purpose that he was made to be so large? These were questions he'd never find the answer to. Upon reaching the proper height for a grave, he grabs a casket made of salty tears and dead memes. Settling the coffin inside the grave, without hesitation he enters the casket and closes it, the dirt filling the grave by some random force that was not his own. He pulls out his beloved carrot and takes one last mournful bite out of it, tears slowly falling from his face. He goes to look at it as breathing slowly becomes harder and harder.
"It's finally over buddy. We can finally rest once more, never to be disturbed by Man again. Maybe one day they'll find our grave, but they'll never honestly bring us back. I hope I'll never be forced to see that horrible sun ever again..."
His air running out, he takes one last deep breath of air before he can no longer breathe. His final moments were upon him. He heard others running to the grave faintly, screaming, trying to keep this ungodly meme alive. He never liked people who used iFunny... But it was ironic. The people who abused him for fame and popularity, never once creating their own version of him were the last people to care about him. Should he be happy about it or not, he wondered? It didn't matter at any rate. His brain being unable to function without any air to breath, he let out his final exhalation of air before becoming limp. The meme was finally over...