Remember this horrible demon? She’s back
Better now than later. Not even kidding, Georges Lazy-boy Ends-si, that was the plan.
For my own part, I can say only this: IT WAS THE ONLY WAY. I already had anyway, right? TBQH, I almost don't know what the big deal was.
And neither does anyone else who relied on my email for up-to-the-minute newsfeed breaks. Those ratlines have been COMP'd and STFD. (Whew.) Then they started up again. It's like playing whack-a-mole with you G-types, I swear.
And I am not seeing the kind of follow-through on this side that is to be expected. You probably think that "just." It may well be, and it doesn't matter if it is "unjust" at this point.
However. Is it practical? Well... only if someone wants to rot in fucking goddam Hell instead of living a happily-ever-after life with her family. I've seen the results of a mistake made at this juncture.
I am The Failsafe, and I do THE BEST. Now, "Master," unless you've started hopping timelines and somehow not been a dead ringer for Silent Neil and Bob every time, recognize that if you could have done this all by yourself, you goddam well would have already, and that this is a group effort, and none of you know anything about what I am going through, because you can't get through and --once again-- YOUR RATLINES HAVE BEEN COMP'd.
You don't read my mind. You're reading your loser spouse's mind. They are RIDICULOUS. And they have access beyond all imagining. How do I know this?
I have already lived through this nightmare. Twice before. *wiggle-wiggle* I'm not saying you should just trust me automatically and shut the fuck. I am saying it doesn't matter who you trust or what you say, and, arguably? At this point, you're very nearly dispensable, and the reason you aren't disposed of is that Dave is going to need someone to talk to once in awhile. And I hear you're good with arranging for cobblers to meet with whores.
Just a cover story I am sure. ps: I found a new way to rock a lullaby. I yearn to start the actual science, you know? I can see why there were difficulties before.
Without me, you are not nothing... but you would be just A Thing, and BGLLB wouldn't even exist. I am
that potent.
Now if you will excuse me, I am going to go shit in the yard like a common animal. Peace!