I'm mega9man from Battle of the Bits, and this Burfday wish for you clearly violates the rules. And, it is likely that this wish will be dismissed as a result.
Which is a shame, because it was going to win.
This burfday wish, as we all know, is perhaps one of the greatest wishes ever created, its emotional and physical impacts are beyond compare; in fact, this entire text file was made with only this wish.
Now, don't you worry. We'll get to my burfday wish. But first, I'd like us to relax.
Attempting to say happy burfday to everyone on BotB is an incredible pain in the tits, even with help from such fine people as Joltik, Slimeball, MKSTAR26, and who can forget goluigi?
Of course, if I haven't mentioned your name, it's because you're not important.
[sound of glasses clinking, followed by bottle being uncorked and poured]
Where was I? Pain in the tits! And so, because this will probably only be seen during Tilde's reading of the Burfday wishes - hosted by an actual Tilde person - he would already have looked at something in the range of a fuckzillion wishes by this point.
So let's rest our ears. I've written a burfday wish poem.
[throat being cleared]
Some of you may know that I am a big fan of Minor pentatonic scales; it's a very natural sort of rhythm, I like to work it in.
[throat being cleared again, various sounds of preparation]