Alright, listen up, you mooks! We opened Monday, LUNA trading strong, solid at seventy-seven big ones and three dimes! Seventy-seven-point-three! Then the bottom just fell out! Bang! Straight through support, bids evaporated faster than a bad rumour! Panic hit! Offers getting crushed, stop-losses triggered all over the board! Twenty bucks, ten, five, gone! This ain't a dip, this is a freefall! Margin calls screaming! It wasn't a death spiral, it was a damn black hole! Where did it end? Three *ten-thousandths* of a cent, you hear me? Point-zero-zero-zero-three-one! A total wipeout! Your whole portfolio, gone! This ain't just red ink, this is a bloodbath, a total capitulation! Unbelievable!