Welcome to Subpage 2: Socks, where the only thing we're more concerned with than our existential dread of the approaching singularity is what to wear on our feet.
We've got all sorts of socks. Socks with pictures of our beloved leader, Socko McSockface. Socks with words of wisdom, like "I'm not a morning person". Socks with holes, because who needs fabric integrity, right?
But be warned, our socks are not just for show. Oh no. They're also for fighting against the machines that will one day take our jobs.
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