On the third day of work, the Purple One was patrolling Tumblr Inc with her army of SJWs, spectating the reconstruction of Tumblr. A large majority of the remaining employees had already quit, and the only workers that remained was the tentacle monster and the abominable snowman. Any workers that refused to cooperate or threatened to take the company down were reported to the RDA to be arrested and executed. The squad of Tumblrites noticed that the tentacle monster wasn't working at his station.
"GODDAMMIT TENTACLE MONSTER WHY AINT YOU WORKIN"
"I've already finished," replied the mouths on the tentacles of the tentacle monster.
"OMG THAT IS NOT POSSIBLE HERE GIVE ME THE COMPUTER"
The Purple One quickly skimmed through a large majority of the monster world's Tumblr. She found that, indeed, the tentacle monster had completed his task. Every single piece of pornography that was on Tumblr was recreated.
"HOW THE FUCK DID YOU DO THIS TENTACLE MONSTER ITS THE WAGE GAP ISN'T IT"
"I am very skilled at pornography," said the tentacle monster, "it was easy for a tentacle monster such as I. Besides, the only thing Tumblr is good for is porn."
"BUT WHAT ABOUT SOCIAL JUSTICE? WHAT ABOUT THE FANDOMS? WHAT ABOUT THE FIGHT AGAINST 4CHAN AND REDDIT AND THE PATRIARCHY? EVERYWHERE I GO I GET TRIGGERED AND INSULTED CAUSE IM A SPECIAL SNOWFLAKE LOL"
"The internet is the wrong place for you."
"WELL WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO NOW YOU… YOU SOGGY KNEE"
"This."
The Tentacle Monster's tentacles moved in a blur, and stabbed all of the Purple One's associates, each with one tentacle. They were dying slow enough to see the fall of their master. The last words that poured out was something among the lines of, "m-muh soggy knee." The tentacle monster saved the rest of his tentacles all for the Purple One, who was looking around wildly, confused as to why someone would want to kill her. Several tentacles came rushing forward, stabbing her over and over again in every place imaginable. Pink blood came pouring out, like a fountain, which the tentacles sucked up lovingly. Skulls were crushed, bones were broken, and pink stains were cleaned.
Eventually, the only thing that remained was a large pile of greasy, brightly colored hairs. Tumblr Inc was deathly quiet. When the tentacle monster finished feasting, he sat comfortably in his station, listening to the sound of silence. After a long period of silence, the only other employee of Tumblr Inc, the abominable snowman, came trudging up to the tentacle monster. His face was filled with confusion at the absence of his boss.
"Oh gee wiz, what happened, tentacle monster? Why's there this giant pile of gross hairs?" asked the abominable snowman. The tentacle monster had only one reply.
"It all comes tumbling down, tumbling down, tumbling down."