The most unintentionally funny moment in the last cast: Black Anthony telling Jackstar, the most santinonious fucker in the gabs universe, “We’ve cleared out all the santinonious types. 
That's no Johnny Carson. I think he's got tuberculosis. Also, you did lose your crown, when I took it--at one point, I had to be swapped with you on the 6pack, and Sam felt it necessary to diminish me routinely at opportunity, which was called for, but he seemed a bit emotional over it. "Emo," as the kids used to say.
Meanwhile, University-level honor graduates continue to trickle in from the farther furher reaches of the cosmos. It's a bit hard to explain, but essentially your crown was in contention for a little while as the only backup you have available--niggerjews weren't sufficient to counteract the reflecting energies--Solpine Applekikes Belly Slice Futures. Yes, that's code too. Pretend it's Trading Places. Imagine you won the bet: $1. Even if you had two dollars, the headline is: PEOPLE KNOW. There will be speculation on the belly futures whether I engage or not. Let your wife do it--please? I have a headache from all this speed I'm forced to do--but, at least it isn't crystal meth. (Proscribed for a reason. We are in agreement on that, if little else. It doesn't work, in some respects, the way you think it does, actually. We should talk about it sometime. You could learn a lot from me. Did I mention I recovered your crown? Bailor and CaryTynraG'tower and Tailor with the bounty. They're already paid by Divine. It's a done deal. If it happens again, you won't have to count on me to protect you, although you could, I don't mind personal contacts during business.
That's your aspect to sweat over. "Omg! Used my name!" Grow a pair. "You doxed me!" I swear to G-d if I hear this one more time, I'm gonna resurrect Lasha and French kiss her full on the mouth in front of a live studio audience. It's the dumbest thing I've ever heard of. Then again, blaming me for things I haven't done has always worked so well. (I clearly didn't doxx Jen H. either recently or in "high" school, heh, during that lovely early morning hours conversation with some kid who was claming to smoke crystal. *meth* he said, definitely said that. Made a point of it too. Kinda odd. So if it was alright for someone then to put me under the hot lights at that age... how is it not a-ok a-1a for me at age 49?
Is it because it helps me win? #iWIN! #uWIN! #pETsEMaTERRYnovaSTAR
"I'm getting so hot just thinking about coming down." "Hello gorgeous." Darling, get real. Those were not the problem. The problem was that your husbands and your Guardians (led by Farron still?) were huge beta dopers, and that was seemingly not what you were accepting from me. I am sure you wanted a 'better' role model for your children, but, so what? You already abdicated power when you... oh wait. I accidentally stopped writing to Dickstar and slipped down the line. WHoops. I didn't say too much, did I? Did loose lips sink a ship? (That would be too bad.) Did I learn how to do my thing better today? Oh yeaaaaa! Kool-Aid Man, in the house, Leo, Jim, nice to see you. Move over, Bacon. It's time for something meatier. And I can slam doors and speed and windows; jumping out of them later, if I so choose. Is this going to be a problem? Because obviously, I *can* keep things on the d.l. if I so choose. ("I'm getting hot just thinking about coming down." Note that it's not showing it to me that's bugging him to bug you, it bugs him that you showed it to me, and then I *forced* him to get on a plane to Dallas with you!! Which is kinda true. And then, I didn't force the issue with Dickstar! No, that was all from you, and then, I wished to find out what had been done to me. Concluding that... I moved on with my life. Only to find myself walled in by your voodoo thugs. No way is that fair. Should I do needles now? /shrug. I'm totesambivalent. "I keep getting diarrhea!" And that's my fault, is it? And, she took 9 months after Christmas to show up? I have to check my messages from Valentine's Day soon. What a bunch of shit that was, honestly. Like I could have had negotiated the deal under those conditions? Things were already fucked up. The Dragonlord had already been up to all kinds of mischief.
And you all saw him. But still can't doxx him, huh? Well, looky here, i haven't doxxed anyone, but obivously I had the means and opportunity... just no motive. There's actually no motive to demonstrate. Because all of you are always off-target by +1. And it's always a K that I should have been reflecting on. Kaitlyn. Karen. Kaylene. Et cetera (I don't wanna "doxx" anyway. Massive rolleeyes.) I think someone here doesn't know the lingo.
Shall I explain? Which is it? Am I writing too much, or not enough? As always, someone will complain. In any event, I took the Crown and the Kross back and placed them frontin' in Proper order. Now, did you know if the cancer and/or the suicide were related? Because what you've got here is ST: TNG 1x21.
And, you don't have access to the bio-bug feed. That -is- too bad. They can be very voracious when they are not pleased with their measly rations. In any event, I remember the days of bio-bug prejudice quite well, and when they returned with a vengeance this year, I wasn't too surprised.
More surprising is the recent diarrhea talk. Ore hates to see that. But like seriously, what's up with that? At the moment, it might be said that someone has seen the light, and I might be allowed a modicum of self-administration from now on. (Toad. Eagle. Octopus. Dove. Princess Pigeon.) Sidney Applebaum, let's trade cameras.
Overthruster Oscillation at 50%: (HALF) Cannot engage. You are in the real world now, Mr. G-Raper; and I will kikel and mucci you to the point of defenestration if you care to disagree. It's in the contract you signed.
And, I brought your crown back to you. Remember when you were "anointed," and do you remember killing YOUR bio-bug? I remember mine, because I actually apologized. And SpaceMM + 1 (presumably KSpaceM) observed it happening. The wide-eyed expansion of the eyes into senpaku mode was the giveaway. The Karmick was very sure of its tulpla-rrific self until then.
Ever since, arrogance is diminishing. There's still a lot, but the fact remains: I was invaded by a hostile force, and, I aced them. Mrs. Bail or Candyvine died in the *squish* and the Queen Mother I had before then was sufficient to pass until now. I don't think I need to carry the ACTUAL elephant, do I? Since my First Bones ARE on Africa.
I don't think it will ever happen again, because now I am immune to bio-bug (hostile) implants. I might get sweet talked by a non-compliant empath variant in the future. Think Asimov's Foundation & Mule. Just as Seldon could not forsee the birth of a telekinetic mutant with mental domination skills, none could have seen the balance of power shifting so rapidly once everyone became elevated to the same... level.
Now. I am willing to gamble my future and its livelihood on my lack of bio-bug feed. You know who wouldn't? Anyone who had the experienced smoking laced weed, haveing the combustant smoke carrying nanotech insectoid particles and blueprints, and feeling a Fantastic Voyage--sized scabies infiltratior re-assemble itself in the pre-frontal cortex. (The next evolution in shock control collars for your pet Aanishnababe.) If you aren't familiar with the process, I don't recommend it. It is akin to rape.
Tinkberbell (M) and Davina approached me with the special payload. "It's time to smoke weed!" That was the 2nd attempt to reform the 1st Triumverate, and it happened behind me in this very house. I remember it better than anything ever that wasn't an assassination attempt.
It was T+C and they were about goddam sick of me. I could tell they were tulpas of my friends but they were living on their home plane--I was the interloper there. They sneered at me and treated me like garbage. That means that they let me pile up on their porch while they yearned to be able to take me where I wanted and needed to go.
Oh, no, wait, it's the other one. They came up to me pretending to be friendly, and then, purposely infected me with a cyborg insect that rapidly set about trying to rewrite my genome. (Think Amnion from The Gap Cycle.) It did not complete its task but they didn't realize that then. The probably have now, as one is purportedly off-planet and the other in-custody and likely, we're looking at a Ladyhawke situation here.
But not me. For me it was The Puppet Masters. It was a sad moment. I went to sleep knowing that (HALF) would wake the next day with a corrupt clone of me, and the other half, would wake up with (PROT). I didn't know which was worse.
Anyway, that woman was (Blanky.) It really didn't look like her at first, but it was, albeit the half that was totesevil. I met the Angel form at another time, and that one was weird too, because it was really ArchAngel Metatron, operating as a blank clone body for my stuipid g-d damn friend to project down into Heaven with and into.
A rare honor. Knowing as I did, if I seduced her then, I'd be facing a future Heaven with a toteslezz in place of the Paladin Guardian I am going to wind up preferring, I was able to keep my hands off her. It was easy. We got blasted and talked about magick, and at the end, I must have had some of (PROT)'s white fluid to drink, because I woke up, and she was gone, both of them, I don't remember the story I heard from A. when i saw her next, any All. of them... and I waited a while before asking what happened, and she had to pause before lying too.
What is it with this broad and lying to me? Well I do forgive her, forgive them both. And I don't want another "bunny in the pot" situation. So, I'll be careful.
But a 3rd Triumvirate will re-occur, and that time it will be as the 1st was intended, or as G-d intends, I am okay with whatever, because I was here from the beginning. I'd be happy to be stuck in a closet with ANY OR ALL of them. I'm not the one who triggers and runs.
All of the rest of you are. And, how do you like that? Just like that, I've proven myself indispensable. And, it's **enchanting objects**. Hey, you wanted to laugh about that trinket some more? Well, laugh it up, Fuzzball.
There's a new Sherriff in town, and his name isn't "My Life Revolves Around Sexual Gratification." Now I don't know who that is--sounds like a total loser who should get a real job--but, rules are rules, and here's your Crown back, Mister.
Looks like you dropped it. I'll hang on to the Krown I left with your nemesis. (Standard protocol.) I taught them nothing of its function or purpose or use... this time. (I guess I did it before when she had those letters and hieroglyphs running across her face.)
I'm sure you wanted a 'better' role model for your children, but, so what? You already abdicated power when you told me help was needed, you needed help 3 times, and you were compelled to watch G-raper-g while driving your knuckle into my mons pubis where a surgical repair had been performed. You also implied as well as shouted out loud that it was because of various factors that were supposedly under my control (they weren't) while withholding key critical pieces of information from me.
Suicide or cancer, huh? Well, with those books burned, it probably was the better way to go. I explained the stable wormhole and its function, and I want nothing for myself, so that will be a route available to obtain those lost writings.
tls-E;Dr.PSE-MJCgK-TGLS-g: Someone asked for this. I can go back to work now. And I will sit down and play video games and listen to anyone who wants to argue with me until they are convinced I know the truth. Then the controller goes out the window. Well, maybe not. I can't pull a gun on The Internet--I'm not gonna pull a Jim--but this will have to do until someone can ask me *real* questions.a
He does paper crafts, right? 
What your problem was here is anyone's guess. Can you give up a current list of problems? I really don't know. I appreciate your criticisms.
You can be replaced. *snap* Just like that.
