NARRATOR:
(Spoken, with a gravelly, sarcastic tone)
The wolf, he was defeated. The pigs, they were at peace.
They had their brick-and-mortar house, a sturdy masterpiece.
The first pig, he'd given up on his Los Angeles life,
The second, put his sticks away and found himself a wife.
The third pig, he was livin' large, a real estate tycoon,
He built a condo complex right up on the moon.
But the wolf, he wasn't done yet, no, he was on a quest,
A different kind of vengeance, a digital protest.
He bought a brand new laptop, and he logged right on the web,
And found the pigs' new homestead, on the dark side of the ebb.
(The music gets louder, the guitar riff becomes more frantic. A high-pitched, whiny voice comes in for the pigs.)
FIRST PIG:
(Whiny, anxious voice)
"Oh, no, I think I see a light! A blinking, red-dot flash!
He's hacking into my firewall, my whole life's gonna crash!"
SECOND PIG:
(Nervous, high voice)
"I just got a notification, my bank account is drained!
He's selling all my stick-built dreams, my whole life's been unchained!"
THIRD PIG:
(Arrogant, but panicked)
"You fools! I'm in a brick-house server, it's a fortress, can't you see?
No wolf can break my blockchain! He can't get the best of me!"
(The music breaks down into a more chaotic, punk-rock rhythm, with fast, sloppy guitar chords and a rapid drum fill.)
WOLF:
(Deep, menacing, growling voice, with a hint of digital distortion)
"Not by the hair on your chinny-chin-chin...
I'm not blowing down your houses, I'm just getting under your skin.
I'm not huffing and puffing on your sticks and your straw,
I'm just launching a DDoS attack that'll blow you all away, you'll see it's the new law!"
(He laughs maniacally, a static-filled, digital sound.)
(The music swells back to the main riff, more distorted and louder than ever. The pigs are screaming in the background, a cacophony of panicked, high-pitched squeals.)
NARRATOR:
(Spoken, with a grim chuckle)
The first pig's stock market portfolio was wiped clean by a bot,
The second pig's new wife left him, a cyber-affair he'd fought.
And the third pig, in his lunar home, so sure of his defense,
Saw his entire condo complex turned to a meme, a viral offense.
The wolf, he didn't need to huff, he didn't need to puff,
He just typed some code, hit enter, and proved that was enough.
The pigs were left in shambles, their digital lives in tatters,
And the wolf, he just went back to the forest, laughing at the matter.
(The music fades out with a final, echoing guitar chord and a static hiss.)
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