Hey, des, little buddy! Pretty cool poem, dude! I guess I got here Justin Thyme to tell ya the answer to your question. Yep, he's god alright. The netgod. Didn't you take "Netgod 101" at the 'stute? The wizard was teaching it from behind this curtain. It was a pretty cool course. Oh, no, guess you weren't there afterall. You were drinking wine coolers and dancing on the table just so you could mess up the scrabble board. Well anyway, yup, I think you got the course down with this poem you done wrote here.
All hail to the Netgod! Pass the turkey and gravy and cranberry sauce! Where did ron get that cranberry sauce anyway? Cranberry bogs somewhere, I guess.
Hey, I was wondering, though, if Ron's the netgod, could he do anything about gettin' me outa this crazy 'stute? YIKES!~ Here comes Cratchet and Doc Moose... gotta jam, little buddy! Later!
Stay safe. And remember, when you go off to fight for your country, think of the Passions motto, "In Ron We Trust". And don't dance on no tables when you're over there or cheat at scrabble 'cause the army's got one humdinger of a 'stute, bud, and I won't be there to help keep ya sane!