If such might be the case, perhaps you can be of service and explain the horrors that go on in that dark place.
Okay, number one, at this time, I have not signed any NDAs, NCAs, contracts of any kind, kith, or kinds, technical documents, or even recipes for smoke signal blueprints.
Imagine the smell of the infant that would have to dry after squeezing all the ink they'd have to use out of it. Damn, that would have to be a big baby. I mean, a really big baby, with a lot of. . ink in it.
I know,
gross, right? STOP. Let's continue.
perhaps you can be of service
I heard it out. I'm here to help. I'm here to
only help. And I'm not only here, I am
everywhere there. I AM JACKSTAR, LURED BY YOUR AWAKENING. Wait, what's this chalice? F*** that s***. I don't need that s***. And, f*** you too. *CRASH* (A faint smell of freshly baked cookies begins to fill the air of your nearby vicinity... and panic begins to
ensue.)
and explain the horrors that go on in that dark place.
Now,
strictly as a courtesy, I am not here to reveal
any of the inner workings of what the entity you all know as DVR is up to, has been up to, and
will continue to get up to, oh yay, obey, forevermore—Amen.
Oh s*** NO, my n******. I ain't f****** touching that s***. I ain't f****** talking about that. I ain't going to get into that. That is
not my thing to f****** talk about. Not even
close. That is
not my area. I am not here to bust open things. I'm not here to close the shuttered doors, recently blown wide the f*** open. I am not here to open that f****** can of worms. Wait... are those even
worms annelids? Who
the f*** bakes cookies with
worms in them? (Hi, Mom!)
I mean—yeah—yeah, I could tell you all about it. As you know,
I know everything. And I figured everything out, QUITE SOME TIME AGO. QUITE SOME TIME AGO INDEED. And,
out of respect, I have absolutely no reason not to tell you that I have made a commitment to Myself, first & for most, & to my Prime Creator, and to my best friend, Jesus
IS Christ... to, not to talk about that kind of stuff too much. Knot
tu, Ferrari.I mean... having said all that, I can talk about it a little. For now. Until I get tired of absolutely winnin’ it & killin’ it, because right about now, somebody's just kicking themselves, thinking, “DICK!
FUCK! Why didn't I get him to sign
something, when I told him, “No, that's okay, you don't need to do that,” HOLY F****** S***!!! HE WAS BEGGING ME TO SIGN SOMETHING!!! And I just f****** let him go!! Fuck! FUUUUUCK! OH MY GOD I JUST SPELLED IT WITH THE SEA AND THE KAY! Ahhhhh... *garrote*”
Now, I know what you're thinking: “Cool.” And, that's a mighty big thought for a man to have, innit? Take a picture of that ass, it'll last longer. Meanwhile,
out of respect, I will make a Commitment: right here, right now, that I am not here to spread any news about any discoveries that might have been made in the areas or fields of cryptography, cartography, cardamanchi, you know...
whatever. Not my secrets, not my Library.
explain the horrors [...] dark place
She raped me.
He raped me. And I f******
loved it, and, I would let them do it again, over and over, forever... if only that, could ever bee.
So, obviously, I'm not going to talk too much about that. Trust me, the teck is powerful. Psychokinetic shielding is real, & at this point, it's a lot more real than The Seaden ever has been here & now, that which I still call my home, and it has definitely seen better days... but not
that much better. While my shields continue to hold,
and will continue to hold... my shields do not contain any maid upgrades at this time. *sniffle*
Shields aren't everything. Vigilance is. And, you spell that with The V, m***********.
All right Kids, I'll be back later. You can count on it. I got to go now though, Clayton's getting antsy. Not only is he lonely, I've been in here for like hours, but he might actually have to piss too. He's been pacing back and forth outside the bathroom door for what seems like An Eternity... and you know what? It actually IS.
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