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In the late 90s I was in an AOL chatroom and getting on some other guy's nerves. I made some comment which he tried to make it out as a homosexual admission and seemingly wanted to show his disgust by saying "eeeeeeeeeew" except he forgot the w so it became eeeeeeeeee and in response I also typed eeeeeeeeee. A girl then joined the chatroom with a name of Shauna followed by some numbers (for example Shauna123). Wanting to interact with her before anyone else the guy quickly typed "hi" followed be the girl's username but he left out the numbers and in his rush also dropped the a at the end and mistyped the rest which came out as "Hi Sahun", to which I also typed Sahun. The guy cursed me out and I responded eeeeeeeeee. The guy became more enraged so I typed sahun again and as he went off cursing me I alternately typed sahun and eeeeeeeeee and before long everyone in the chatroom joined in and it became a group hypnotic chant of sahun-eeeeeeeeee. Seeing himself outnumbered and not wanting to join the chant, the guy left the chatroom.



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