“I told you I would tell you my names.
This is what they call me.
I’m called Glad-of-War, Grim, Raider, and Third. I am One-Eyed.
I am called Highest, and True-Guesser. I am Grimnir, and I am the Hooded One. I am All-Father, and I am Gondlir Wand-Bearer.
I have as many names as there are winds, as many titles as there are ways to die.
My ravens are Huginn and Muninn, Thought and Memory; my wolves are Freki and Geri; my horse is the gallows.”

With more than one, a union can be formed. So, no.

Some kind of Stockholm syndrome i guess.

This companies violates us constantly, but most people are so traumatised by ads and social presure that they don’t see it anymore.

I put ads before social presure due to comedy, but also:

Ads eats brains. Thus creating mindless consumers. Oh look, the perfect consumer!

I met a shitposter from modern social media,
Who asked with a frown, wrinkle lip
And sneer of cold contempt:

“Do you have some reason why you think
This company with vast amounts of these
stamped lifeless things
Will go bankrupt and/or split up?”

But regardless of all the corp-simping,
In the future, only these words survive.

"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;

Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay

Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare

The lone and level sands stretch far away."

I said “no means no” but Land wasn’t having it…it violated both my legs…