I'll posit my own personal schitzo theory here. Hold onto your jigsaw pieces folks, we're going in deep here...
What if it was Jim that called in the hit on Chudbuds?
Put yourself in Jim's shoes. You've had a decent internet career but now you're in your twilight facing (if we're to take him at his word) a debilitating (if not fatal) illness. With no children, your only lasting legacy are the videos you've created, a fanbase that, if there is any real justice in the world, would all be sharing the same mass grave and a bunch of untalented, uncharismatic clones riding your coattails. The latter being arguably the worst of all.
Maybe Jim, in a moment of clarity, decided to pull the plug on the les enfants attardés project, scatter them to the winds and give us all one last, good laugh at retards on the internet.
Hell, maybe Jim has been dead for years and his memory has continued through Jade via ChatGPT and ElevenLabs. Now that the insurance cheque has finally cleared she can shut up shop, open up her own nail salon and opium den, and the destruction of Chudbuds was the dead man's switch kicking in.
I know this is retarded, but the la-li-lu-le-lol is real. Trust me