As you enter Bro's room, you are greeted with a veritable sea of plushie smuppets, all gazing at you with their dead, unblinking eyes. Despite the eerie quiet, you are struck by the faint smell of smoke in your nostrils, and as your eyes travel upward, you see Bro, huddled over his computer, meticulously constructing another one of his infamous ironic shitposts. Despite the late hour, he seems focused and determined, his concentration broken only by the intermittent puffing of his cigarette.