Roz, I don't mean to be a dick or anything, but:
I swear, as G-d as my witness, I don't know if you marry/fucked/killed
any of them, but since I can testify as to
when you did at least one of them including
coercive oral copulation under duress of deadly force, I should probably hurry up and obey the law myself some more, before it's no longer hip and trendy for me to do so. You know how it is, it's not cool once boomers start doing it. (Like time.)
I understand it was very important for all of you to fulfill your desire to get your dopamine hit for taking me down and making me feel miserable and alone and unloved like I did in high school, damn, it's too bad I'm already fucking three times that age and 64 times as mature, so I'm really sweating it, but more importantly, because none of you could think clearly or reasonably about why you were pursuing that dopamine hit because you were chasing after a meth high that you're imprinted on going after like a bloodhound on scent... you failed to recognize that you were dragging your entire organization into the entire Justice system’s waiting and greeting arms.
You are unlikely to hear about this in the news. (Standards.)
I'm unlikely to get any phone calls tonight. That's because my all my
real friends are all busy working, doing
real work. (>Kudos.)
I captured a wanted fugitive yesterday. I'm guessing they were looking for him for a while; he was one of those squirrely ones, who can turn all invisible and shit. I can't tell you what I did with him, not because it's a secret, but because capturing wanted fugitives clearly isn't your business. (Facts.) This is as close as I ever want to get to actual police work (like μΩy👀ū do) *cough* because as try as I might, I can't imagine what it must be like to be taken seriousLμ.
Like ewe.
