What’s Up, South Africa?

[AZZERAE]

That's not how you spell my name, dork.

[AZZERAE]

I'm not sure if you know this or not, but you're texting some number that isn't mine.

I have the same number I've always had. Did you lose it?

[Master Trollda]

I'm not in your jurisdiction or in your chain of command. I'd be careful. You should be carefree. Why pork? Why? Why the why the smarmy face, and why did you have to ask me to please leave? Is it because you're allergic to things that make people smart? Pretty sure her p**** juice is going to make me smarter. Are you going to start looking a lot like Commander Queen, do you want me to get you your bearing balls, ball bearings? Or would you like your new sippy cup with handcuffs on them?

I take back all these questions cuz I don't care what your answers are. Don't ever argue with me again or yell at me or think you're in any way in charge of me at all. You had your chance to tell me the truth. You asked me to leave.

I will say this sir  Uber polite. If I were you I would f****** keeping it that way you're on thin ice for a submariner. Like who do you think you're talking to?

.I.am.blackpope. And you just made it to Francis' radar. Is this your first day pretending to be your grandfather, or were you always this dumb since you lost access to the new formula? Never mind, I don't really want to know the answer that either.

I'm going to talk to you this way, and you're going to talk to other people for quite a bit more of your time of the day than you're probably prepared to accept right now. Remember to wash your hands, and your dick, especially after you murder somebody with it, hasta la vista baby.

No, you are.

[Worthauger]

https://voca.ro/11TJtFagPcC5


Deleting the evidence... is evidence. (Imagine the snow.)

I remain immensely proud of the work that has been done here;
and I am delighted to know that it's all been archived anyway.


You had your chance to be a good host to mE! I thank you for the spiritual lessons... as well as the many, many opportunities to bust “μΩür.vv¡fe.” Thankfully, this has not proven to be necessary.

You certainly..  busted her yourself. In‘Lå>K:Ë:§ī•ī... Namastμ

[AZZERAE]

[Worthauger]

No, you are. :P

Dream on.

I'm not sure if you know this or not, but you're texting some number that isn't mine.

I don't know who you are, (206) 660-6689. Does it even matter?

I have the same number I've always had. Did you lose it?

Nope. IN_>KCONTROL. I simply have no reason to communicate with a junky race traitor wrestling with Short-Man Syndrome. Seriously, you're not -that- short, Goblin ß∞μ. You shouldn't be so hard on yourself.

Say hello for me to your tulpa before she gets fat enough to hide your phone by sitting on it. You're gonna need to call me later.

I won't need to answer
...

but, that's what friends are for. 🦪 Shalom, Oinkeμshines. I am flying.


.•Ī•.•∆Ⓜ️•.•FREEDOM••°°⁷7..🍇🥩⚒️🌸°†°

[AZZERAE]

(206) 660-6689

NOT ME. BUT THEM.

[Worthauger]

How droll. I guess l have a sex life to look forward to, after all!

p.s.:. I am a paladin. I can cure that s*** easy.

p.p.s.:. USD$19,500,000. Cash. Up front. On the other hand, I think you would look cute with Kaposi sarcoma. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ As always, the choice is yours.

p.p.p.s.:. You have chosen... poor·ly. Yet, it is never too late to turn one's life around for the better.

[Worthauger]

NOT ME. BUT THEM.

I'm sure there's a 12-step meeting that can take all of you at once. Bring donuts. I don't think they have enough. Ciao!

[Master Trollda]

[Lazarus]

Are things heating up down there? Everyone's passports in order? No tattoos I hope.

[Worthauger]

 

Are things heating up down there?

With G∅D;
ANYTHING IS POSSIBLμ

 

Everyone's passports in order?

Hackneyed.

 

No tattoos I hope.

SqQjU💢-∆\💢∆>ī₹‹³êÊ|T

.👁️

[Worthauger]

I really don't think you're aware of just how annoyed I am.



You think I want drugs. Listen asshole. I have plenty of drugs
 Now I want to hold your shoulders down to the ground while your sister takes your scrot and your scalp and makes them into a fucking face mask for us. ACTUAL. Dude fuck you.


Your body is just flesh, we can recreate it. We have the technology


Nothing can recreate my patience. You really think you're in control? DUDE FUCK YOU.


I TOLD YOU A YEAR AND A HALF AGO TO SET A GODDAM CAR TO GO TO REHAB. I WAS IGNORED. OH BUT NOW WHEN A BUNCH OF FUCKING ASSHOLES TELL ME THAT I'M A FUCKING RACIALLY INFERIOR SUBSPECIES, I'M SUPPOSED TO FUCKING HOP TOO AND FUCKING DO WHAT THE FUCKING SATANISTS SAY?


DREAM THE FUCK ON WHITEBOIZ. I WILL FUCKING END YOU.

Alternately: stop being a fucking whiny little bitch baby brat. Put Louis's mother on the phone. I'm sure that she would prefer that I not insult her her progeny in public, but I don't certainly mind... and maybe she wants me to. Who knows.


Also I just found out that Heinrich Himmler and fire and a couple other guys are related to me, and that's why my mother denied them access to my my infant form when I was born and I can see why they're wanting to shut this up and want to shut that down because I'm a big fucking deal and I'm pretty fucking pissed off so maybe you could just fucking not be so fucking pissy and then I'll tell him how to turn off that fucking accidental American Samoan problem they have.

“Why doesn't the meth work anymore, why am I so fat, what happened? What's wrong, boo-hoo-hoo,” I'll tell you it's wrong, just because cops get to confiscate illegally or unlawfully produce services doesn't mean that they get to get free meth, you have to fucking pay for your goddamn chemical just the way everybody else does, that means you fat little fucking piggies you can't lose weight, might have not gotten around the copy of protection on the compound w


You fucking feel me tubby? And I'm not going to tell you either. I'm going to tell you to fucking pay the fucking bill, you're worried about the fucking water bill no. No worry about your fucking adipose tissue bill. You fucking loser fucks. You have no idea how things work, and you're not going to fucking find out how things work, because your job is to run around the gun and point it at people and tell him what to do, that doesn't mean you tell me to get a job or shut up. That means you fucking get the fucking working. You get out of my fucking face. You stupid fucking ugly bitch little twink.


And your weird little rapecult cult is fucking done.  Fuck you. (Hey Richard, I just destroyed your entire way of life. Q you'll never prove it, you'll never hold me responsible, you have no idea how I do it, it can't be undone, and everybody fucking knows, groyper gang can go fuck itself.

What did I tell you? PROCEDURAL ERROR. I wasn't lying, and you fucking heard me and you fucking cut me off and you fucking dumped me off somewhere else and you just ignored me. You think you'd get away with it. You didn't.

NOW YOUR TWINKING TWEAK PEOPLE GET THE LASH.
I'M GOING TO GO BUY CIGARETTES.

AND YOU ARE FUCKED EITHER WAY, SUNSHINE.

On the bright side, we're still friends and you have that lovely ring, Trillian cut right?


SHE NAMED THE DOG TRILLIAN AND THE DOG TRIED TO RAPE ME.

FACTS.

NOW FUCK YOU I'M GOING TO ENVELOPE MY CONTENT.

I'M GOING TO UPLOAD MY CONTENT.

AND YOU'RE GOING TO FUCKING SIT THERE AND FUCKING SEETHE.

GET THE PICTURE? You pissed me off. I guess you're not in a hurry to end your suffering. Fine by me, dorkface.


BIGGER THAN YOU CAN IMAGINE.
BIBLICAL.

FUCK YOU.


NOT_Q

BLACK
END
Q••√°°⁷ī7ī⁷

With G∅D;
ANYTHING IS POSSIBLμ

 
Hackneyed.

 
SqQjU💢-∆\💢∆>ī₹‹³êÊ|T

.👁️

Shit like this is why The Korean War is still ongoing. And all I wanted to do was raise cats and live a peaceful life and get my questions answered. I guess it really is complicated.



WELL NOW IT'S FUCKING SIMPLE: I'M YOUR WORST GODDAMN NIGHTMARE. SHOCKING, I KNOW.


REMEMBER: ewe asked for this. L⁸r

[AZZERAE]

I want to hold your shoulders down to the ground while your sister takes your scrot and your scalp and makes them into a fucking face mask for us.

Us? Who, pray tell, is "us?". I had a feeling you weren't working alone. I suspect you're reticent to tell me who it really is you're working "hand-in-glove" with. Anyway. Look, I feel like I don't know you anymore. Oh, right, well, I guess I had my chance to be close to you; and that time is through. I think you may have me confused with someone else, though. I won't tell you why, however, because I know you're tryna run game on me and extract personal information about my kin folk (of which you have no business knowing). Here's an idea: go piss up a flagpole. Do it for America! The breadcrumbing has failed. Abort mission. Don't make Nunya's connection to The Mob have to slit you from scrot to knave. That'd be a real fucking shame. I know your fantasy. You want to hold me down and RAPE me. But please, not before I've had my coffee. I'm in no mood to be contracting AIDS from the likes of you. If I were gonna do it, I'd do it a very different way, and go the "whole hog." I never did bed a hooker, nor did I go down on one. Not could I. Imagine all the cocks you'd taste. I knew a guy who did knock boots with a lady of the night; he was a fat loser, and get this - lost his virginity that way. Sad. I know. So, y'know, I once thought you were the new Crowley. Now you're looking more like a humourless LaVey in a gimp suit. And what's this business of losing weight about, anyway? Are you not a Mother? A Lady of Leisure? A big, beautiful woman? How could I forget the homunculi that climbed the corporate ladder into your balloon knot? How could I forget the Egg up your ass, and the Magical Otter debacle? We've been through some wild sagas, you and I. Tell you what, don't be a stranger ... See you in Hell. If you don't make it, I'll send you a postcard.