[Verse 1] Thought it was private, clicked submit, Dropped some feedback, that was it. "Why's PvP turned PvE?" Didn't know the whole damn world could see. Laura read it, took it hard, Pulled the classes, raised the guard. Could've ended then and there— But Gibson had some thoughts to share. [Pre-Chorus] Turn on the mic, Settle in... Here we fucking go again. [Chorus] Here comes another Gibber Gab, Round and round about what Dibs said. Laura got mad, Gibson doubled down, Now the director's gonna burn it all down. "If this keeps up, I'm leaving here!" Highsec sounding better every year. Pack the Orca, pack the bags, He's moving out after this Gibber Gab. [Verse 2] "It's not the feedback!" Gibson said, While the feedback lived inside his head. "It's bigger than that! You don't understand!" Then another round of reprimands. Dibs brought receipts to clear the air, Dates and names were all right there. Every answer, every fact, Somehow sends the conversation back. [Chorus] Here comes another Gibber Gab, Same old story, different lap. Laura lit the fuse, Gibson grabbed the flame, Now everybody else can take the blame. "If this keeps up, I'm leaving here!" Highsec sounding better every year. Pack the Marshal, pack the bags, Escape the wormhole Gibber Gabs. [Bridge — spoken, deadpan sarcastic] "Maybe I'll just go live in Highsec." [mocking sarcasm] Ohhhh noooo... [dry, dismissive] Anyway... "Maybe W... H... C... doesn't belong here." Can I have your stuff? [Synth Drop] HIGHSEC GIBSON LOCAL CHAT MINING VELDSPAR NO MORE GIBBER GAB [Final Chorus] Here comes another Gibber Gab, Everybody mute and grab a snack. One little comment started the show, Now Gibson's threatening Highsec once more. Pack the Cenotaph, pack the bags, Trade the wormholes for mining tabs. Jita's waiting, don't be sad— Just please... No more Gibber Gabs. [Outro — vocoder] "This could've been a Discord message." "See you at the next Gibber Gab." Fuck.
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