Jalapeno Bootyhole sighed plaintively as he gazed at the screen. His monitor, the only illumination in his darkened bedroom, shone brightly into his eyes. He stared intently at one small portion of the screen, where the “Ban Player” bumon lay invitingly, almost daring him to press it. He sighed again and looked away, his male reproductive organ shriveling in the cool night air. How could he fap when the weight of the world was on him? The pressure was almost unbearable, but he must still bear it, he thought. To be or not to be, that was the question, to put an end to the mockery that his once beloved Protivate had become, or to let it linger on like a walking corpse, a faint memory of what once was. How could he kill it, when it was all but a part of his very soul? The app that he and CZ had worked so hard on would be destroyed if he went through with this, and how could he let their efforts go to waste? But the app could only exist with him in it; he could never move on to greener pastures. Maybe he should have let things be the first time, when Protivate didn’t exist. Maybe creating Protivate was a mistake. No, no, do not think such thoughts. Of course it was all worth it. Jalapeno Bootyhole idly stroked his male reproductive organ, but it remained limp in his clammy hands. Perhaps the decision could be put off another day. After all, he had his entire future ahead of him, a future of INCIT and the subs that it would provide. Now to find some decent pornography. His male reproductive organ may be as flaccid as his app, but that was a problem more easily solved.