'In that direction,' the Cat said, waving its right paw round, 'lives Anonymous: and in that direction,' waving the other paw, 'lives tripfag. Visit either you like: they're both weeaboos.'
'But I don't want to go among weeaboos,' Alice remarked.
'Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: 'we're all weeaboo here. I'm weeaboo. You're weeaboo.'
'How do you know I'm weeaboo?' said Alice.
'You must be,' said the Cat, 'or you wouldn't have come here'.