The Liquid World of Richard Groyper

[Master Trollda]

Present it. Coward.

Try reading that again, you cracked out fucking moron. It’s a solo mission for you. 

[Jackstar]

Try reading that again, you cracked out fucking moron. It’s a solo mission for you. 

I am not on a mission. I am here because children are inspired by me, and admire me as a hero. I didn't ask for this. THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT HAPPENED. All that is certain is that:

1. Jackstsr saved their favorite auntie.
2. Literally every adult male they've ever known is either infuriated, dead, or “gone.” All the adult females are quiet and behaving unusually. Whatever the adults did before, things changed over the last 3 years in ways that I can't imagine and must cope with in a civilized manner. THESE ARE ACTUAL CHILDREN—ALL OF WHOM I HAVE NEVER EVEN MET.
3. I knew it's all a big joke to you. You thought I was just going to die, and she was an annoyance in your way. Yeah... that's what I thought too.

BIGGER THAN YOU CAN IMAGINE.
MAYBE YOU WANNA CALL ME A NIGGERFAGGOT IN PUBLIC SOME MORE? THAT DOESN'T SEEM LIKE A BIG DEAL TO YOU. YOU PROBABLY THINK SHE'S GONNA BE DEAD OF AN O.D. TONIGHT! IN TWO HOURS!

It doesn't matter now. It mattered then. Because no one told me I was alleged to be incapable of keeping my girlfriends alive. (It's a little weird.) Well now, perks of no longer being a suspect are beginning to roll in.

Consider the following: out of 19,500 bloodthirsty warriors, how many would you like to have casting death magic spells at you, for talking shit about the first WHITE HERO that these people have been allowed to have? It's serious. This entire outcome is a configuration waiting for a spark, and do you know why?

BECAUSE NO ONE KNOWS HOW ANY OF IT HAPPENED. Because, end times apocalypse. Fog of war. Classified intel. Actual capital murder. ACTUAL CHARGES.

R.I C.O.
I.
C.
O.
.

And you, haha, yeah, laugh at Jackstar. He's a joke. A loon. He deserves to suffer. Okay, fair. Arguable. But fair.

In realty: I also saved dogs. I'm bigger to them than The Beatles ever were, by far. For sure. I'm more GOTA than Paul Bunyan. And, once again: UNKNOWN NUMBERS OF CHILDREN KNOW WHAT I DID.

I proved all their fathers wrong, and this kind of flex is how this culture demonstrates its might. I don't really care if you believe it.

What I do care about is children getting the wrong idea, because if they get mad at you for laughing at me in public —and it really does hurt my feelings and I can usually shrug it in — they can AND will do something about it.

So, do you want to make money or what? I thought that mattered to all of all y'all. Because I can't risk leaving a faux pas on this farce.

Diplomacy is hard, brutal work. And, look at you. Willing to be casually insensitive to ACTUAL CHILDREN. (They can turn into bears.) Are you aware of this? (BEARS.) What if there's something I know, that you don't, that changes the entire picture of the world, in your view?

you cracked out fucking moron

If you want to keep hiring more and more lawyers, well, I can always call The_Dragonhead. And he has ALREADY sought to have you killed. Ago. I didn't get those details. I don't want those details. I didn't need to know that you are okay with openly risking the creation of The New—ISH Mickey Mouse Club.

I have very little control at this point. There are no brakes on the happening train. Similarly, I thought perhaps you were interested in making MONEY!!! like, say...  EVER.

tl:dr I will be blamed by your husband for monetary damages caused by your taunting of me in front of children. This is an important inflection point at this time. Have you read, “The Monkey’s Paw”?

I just lived it while you spent my money and ignored me and I already have to account myself. TO CHILDREN. IN PUBLIC. Someday.

Now, I'm long over due for signing. Sijnning. Whatevah.

We can't associate in public. But I can get on an airplane and go ANY where. I've got some liquidity. I have options.

You have less. It seems. I have know no way of knowing the truth.

Yet. (I KNOW YOU ARE DELIBERATELY CAUSING THE PROBLEM, LOUIS. HAZARDOUS BACKFIRE WARNING.)

Wait... what was your name again? Wait, stop. I retract the query.


This is only the beginning. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

[Master Trollda]

[Worthauger]

My goodness. Trollda is ALSO Dickstar???? Holy shit, there must be a line around the block to be The New Spartacus’ new catamite. Do applicants have to shave? Of course, I am not worthy to know, have no need to know, and should mind my own business. I'm just some kind of creepy stalking pædo, right?


Number one: no. Number two: Art says, “Greetings and salutations!” Number three: Ramona doesn't say anything at all. That's not because she's mad, I hope... she's doing some magick from beyond The Veil. It's complicated. I don't know how it all works.

Number four: stop being such a pissy, whiney faggot. Yeah I bet you're unhappy. Most everyone is. Now, do you want to explain to Congress why you and your Inner Circle routinely discriminate against me... or can you, like, pretend to be effective?

You hurt people’s feelings by being mean to me. It's not funny. It's not effective. It's pathological. And I did... what?

I actually don't know. I also don't give a damn, Scarlet Witch™. I mean The Vision™. I mean, Quicksilver™. (Intellectual property referenced here remains property of Marvel Comics Group, Ltd., was used without any permission at all — I just felt like being a rapacious dick who violates consent on a whim — and just because something is “Fair Use” doesn't grant immunity from a civil suit.

Good luck showing damages, Tuff Stuff. “ lYour honor, it's not fair that because of Jackstar's rogue actions, I'm no longer allowed to rape every woman that I meet, now I have to actually take steps that are effective.”) Yeah, I bet you twerps are enraged. That would be a big deal, if any of you were effective.

I don't know what you're going to do. And that's fine, it's none of my business, I don't want to know, and I never should have had to have known, but apparently none of you figured it out.

You're not supposed to trifle with me, not because it's dangerous for you, but because it's dangerous for me, because now I know what I'm capable of. Do I look like I'm incompetent? No, not really.

Thankfully, this is all being handled internally. Now, I suggest that you all do the same. It's not hard. It's called, “stop cockblocking Jackstar,” or I'm going to fucking have you fucking killed. What good is loyalty when it looks like I can't get anything done? You're impinging my brand. Stop that.

Or I'm going to impinge your small bowel. With tact’s. Not tax. Not tacks. Those might be considered a threat to a Federal employee. Certainly, we don't want that. (Note: above usage of the f-word and the k-word are ironic, because obviously death is too good for the likes of you. You, and your ilk.)

Think about the future, Dickstar. It is now a lot quicker coming than you think it is. (Your static warp bubble has collapsed. I bet you didn't know you had one, pfft.) RECONCILE. BE NICE.


BE BEST. Or be atoms, for all I give a toss. Fair warning. Adieu.

[Jackstar]

Thankfully, this is all being handled internally. Now, I suggest that you all do the same. It's not hard. It's called, “stop cockblocking Jackstar,” or I'm going to fucking have you fucking killed.

https://voca.ro/1jGbiuWWblfu

(Note: above usage of the f-word and the k-word are ironic, because obviously death is too good for the likes of you. You, and your ilk.)

Think about the future, Dickstar. It is now a lot quicker coming than you think it is. (Your static warp bubble has collapsed. I bet you didn't know you had one, pfft.) RECONCILE. BE NICE.

https://vocaroo.com/1jGbiuWWblfu

BE BEST. Or be atoms, for all I give a toss. Fair warning. Adieu.

I do not know how I could have been more clear. Your criminal enterprise is being dismantled into atoms. IDGAF about your collective lack of agreement on this not-so-subtle point.

YOU. 🫵 YOUR CRIMINAL ENTERPRISE. ⚖️ BEING DISMANTLED. 🔨 INTO COMPONENT MOLECULES, Ⓜ️OTHER FATHER OTTER MOTHER MOTHERFUCKER.🗣️<“fuck μou, a§§īīĪ⭕ĪīīLé.”

YOU ARE IN NO POSITION TO DICTATE TERMS TO THE LIKES OF ME, YOU ARROGANT GANG OF CREEPY AF OFFICIOUS LITTLE PRICKS.

Remember: you and your accomplices in the DoJ (names withheld by virtue of my complete lack of desire to interfere with an ongoing Federal investigation): who have mysteriously been unable to do anything beyond screeching at me about my allegedly abusive behaviors...

well, you can always go after me in the civil courts. Hit me up with a cease & desist, why don't you? That would be #Classic! That would be #Cool!

But... would it be #ClassicCool? 🤔 Might need a judges’ ruling on that. I honestly have no idea.

I am not a lawyer. I am not represented by any legal counsel; a Public Defender... defends the interests of THE PUBLIC.

Who I daresay have been damaged a great deal by all of this criminal and utterly abhorrent, disgusting and puke-worthy behavior.  How in the name of the The Living Christ any of you have let all this goddam nonsense get this far out of hand is a total mystery to me.

I, for one, can certainly confirm: I have not used any kind of Sourcery or other “magickal powers” to shatter your little Internet death cult’s grip on the members of society that you've been pulling the strings of for decades. I rather wish I had. Naturally, I, for one, am more than enthusiastic to avoid catching any Federal criminal charges related to any resemblance I might have with some creepy domestic terrorist group, or iconoclastic figurehead “leader.”

I am not the leader of anyone or anything. I follow the 😻, you self-absorbed, covert narcissist arrogant narcky narc-narc, creepy AF SpergLord™ shitbag rape-obsessed drug- and sex-addicted asshole pædophile pederastic fantastic for time-wasting, NEEDLE JUNKIE TRAITOR MORON DOUCHEBAG REPROBATE CRIMINAL SLEAZE.

SISSY: grow the fuck up. Maybe that's not an option for you. MAKE IT BE ONE THEN.


You're better than this. You and your fuck-brained little gang of rag-tag rebels with tons of spunky zazz for ambition and hearts of gold that you're still paying off installments to a Thai hooker for. (>Kudos.) What a bargain.

Ask yourself the following: do I seem like the type of person who needs your bullshit holier-than-thou attitude, EVER? Fucking dream on, ünternerds.


You have had ample opportunities and all the time in the world to get something going. To get something done. To be effective.

By all means: get back to work, little Nikita Khrushchev-chavs. Obviously it would be ideal if you faglord gaybags could demonstrate ANYTHING that even REMOTELY justifies ANYTHING that you ARROGANT JUNKIE CHUCK⁰ⁿ :Ë: RAPE APOLOGIST DERPY-TWERPY GASLIGHT GASBAGGING CHUCKLE-HEADED FUCK-0S HAVE COAST US All.


Opportunities have been lost here. Do better. 🅱️E 🅱️EST.


Adieu. /with the intention of sealing you into a pit of venomous snakes

[Worthauger]

https://voca.ro/1jGbiuWWblfu

https://vocaroo.com/1jGbiuWWblfu

I do not know how I could have been more clear. Your criminal enterprise is being dismantled into atoms. IDGAF about your collective lack of agreement on this not-so-subtle point.

YOU. 🫵 YOUR CRIMINAL ENTERPRISE. ⚖️ BEING DISMANTLED. 🔨 INTO COMPONENT MOLECULES, Ⓜ️OTHER FATHER OTTER MOTHER MOTHERFUCKER.🗣️<“fuck μou, a§§īīĪ⭕ĪīīLé.”

YOU ARE IN NO POSITION TO DICTATE TERMS TO THE LIKES OF ME, YOU ARROGANT GANG OF CREEPY AF OFFICIOUS LITTLE PRICKS.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Hey good news: people can track down those three people are just got fired from the FBI and and sling racial epithets at them and tell them to get a job. That'll be nice for a change of pace, since they'll probably have to listen. Meanwhile: hi. This is fun right? Maybe you should cut my mic and block my calls and erase my forum posts and pretend I'm nothing and then I'm wasting time and that I'm the problem and that you need to kidnap more of my friends and turn them into bound chat-elle whores, it's worth the chance It might work to try it again at least.

I'm going to go buy some beer and some cigarettes with the with the money my mother left me to defend against my aunt and her no account gambling addict son, who totally have jobs, and then I totally need to mow the lawn. Have I got all this right? Holy shit. This is like the 12 Days Christmas come by with 99 bottles of beer in the wall. SO NO, I DON'T THINK SOBRIETY IS THE PROBLEM. Maybe, and hear me out here, maybe neither of us are in denial, and you're just a dick will say anything to keep your ass at a prison and you don't even know if you're going to go to prison you just want to make sure that I don't accidentally send you there. From my own part, I don't really care where you go, I just want you to get out of the way of me and my friend and my dick what she wants and can't tell you because you're scary. Rapist little arrogant warpy fuck. Stop me if I've gotten something wrong here. I bet it checks out.




In Minecraft.


Is it still fun when I stampede over your rights to informed consent, or is that one of those Old Boys’ kind of things? You probably don't know, since you're in denial, But I will point out that I'm obviously not having a drug relapse, I'm just rubbing it in publicly over and over and over as much as I want because that's apparently what you fucking need to fucking get the fucking message, and also your victims reportedly enjoy watching seeing you burn in fucking deepv drive hell, publicly. Without it being at all obvious what happened, or what I did about it, or how I'm going to be held, responsible, or even if I even am, or what the fuck is happening? Haha anal August haha so funny. Jesus fucking Christ, where the fuck is my smoker grill? You have the demeanor. You have the evidence. And what you don't have? Is anybody willing to testify to its location.

Or even say a word to me. How's it doing, holding all your hostages in your fearsome grip of tyranny? He must be great, knowing that it didn't even fucking matter. You have the smoker grill. That means you're implicated, and then I guess it makes it kind of hard to explain that away.

Now do I need to fucking hire a lawyer to make you do the right thing, or do you want to see more of this? Most people seem to want to see more of this. Meanwhile, I no longer want hugs and I don't give a fuck who the fuck is looking for me cuz I have no way of knowing who they are and if I knew, they'd be killed. Does all this sound fucking familiar to you?! It sure does to me. Does it sound like something I'm going to give up on? It probably shouldn't to you. I have nothing better to do than rag this fucking thing down. And you... Have substantial criminal and civil liability. About how I need to have my mic cut and I need to be put in a hospital. Yeah that's exactly what's wrong with me. I'm insane because of a smoker grill and then since it's yours, because you took it, that means I should be put into a hospital and just told to shut up and learn to cope. Yeah, somehow I don't think that's going to work this time. ADDITIONALLY: You just want to get away from the questions that are be asked that are important, and I assure you people have important questions to ask, so if I don't do my best to find the grill, I'd be doing obstruction or window stamp ring or destruction of evidence, and instead that's what you're doing. And I don't even know what the crime is or know who you are.

That's the power of logical deduction. Doesn't have anything to do with my penis. I'm not raping anybody. I am just violating your consent... Because I guess you do have the right to remain silent. And you certainly have the right to exclude me from your domicile.

SEEMS A LITTLE ODD TO MAKE SUCH A BIG FUCKING DEAL OUT OF IT, ALL THINGS CONSIDERED. NOW HERE'S ALEX JONES WITH THE WEATHER, STRATEGO WEATHER. (⁴4BÆ.) For my next trick, I'm going to have the fire alarms pulled down at magic Castle LLC in Vegas, just kidding. I'm not going to do anything at all. I'm just an eagle junkie you have to go score some H so you can sell it to me and then bust me and you're totally not engaging in a pattern of an unlawful entrapment and harassment towards me. Schwing! Hang on.

* Worthauger isn't obeying the law because it tastes good.

* Worthauger is obeying the law because IT'S THE LAW.

* Worthauger also enjoys long walks on the beach, logic puzzles, and handing you your goddam ass in public, Dickstar.

#5EYE5∅№ⁿEvvE

#Officially: none of this is actually happening, I was never here, you're not going to repeat this conversation, and it doesn't matter whether your eyes are closed or open, you know the truth.

I'm just a needle junkie. And I need to be made homeless and you need to take all my money and you need to get away with it and it's military jurisdiction. I got all that right, right? Well, by all means.

Carry on. /salute

Opportunities have been lost here. Do better. 🅱️E 🅱️EST.


Adieu. /with the intention of sealing you into a pit of venomous snakes

[Jackstar]

https://www.youtube.com/live/g82E1eGcGeM?si=UW15e8SHTcGk01qr


Limited hang-outs used to be less embarrassing. This is flagrant pandering. Four hours of this garbage is going to make me start craving Dilaudid.

https://youtube.com/clip/Ugkx88xPoUpXAJ2cHMj-RAageufza27Jh77H?si=d7M3EDy5bPWdCaPn

... SO I CAN FRAME SOMEONE WITH IT.  (*🎤 drop*)

[Jackstar]

Consider:
“Only trying to help,” vs. “Only helping.”
🐖 Sow? Are you considering? Are you still considering? One should consider carefully...


WHEN KEYSER SOZE’S WIFE IS ON THE LINE!!!

STAY.TUNED
STAY.HUNGRY
STAY.CELIBATE

... this is the extent of the advice I have for most of you at this time. The Fallout has cleared īT⁷z EXPANSION ACROSS THE LAND.

And now, my love-LēíGÌ-h(s)... WE MAY NOW YET DINE. (I'm gonna continue to abstain — gotta watch my girlish weight and keep my firm’s memberships intact, don't cha know — but all of all y'all can do... As Thou Wish.) On what, I have no fucking idea.

All the Crow is spoken for. MY CROW. MINE.


MINED. I'll explain all this later, in a book, that can be either received freely... or, it's gonna retail for about $63.9 million USD fiat. (Facts are projected. We'll see what Santa says about reaching behavioral goals, Punylings.) What? It's a free market.

It's a free Constitutional Republic.


It's a FREE CUNT TREE. (She's tired of being chained to The Rock of Prometheus. “Aww, dessicated scraps of liver and offal **again**?” Yeah, you fuck and know it.) Still. ⁴4 NOW.


BECAUSE OF 👁️
Ī, PALADIN Ī, THE>KÏNGPÎNNER 1,ĪĪĪ!11! (with maybe a little help from Jeff K. Ewe remember him.) SIGNED,


JACKSTAR,
DESTROYER OF D.A.R.P.A./DARLA\DERPA-DURPA!

(Film at 35, 70, and eleven eleven NICK &AND DROWS FUKū!)

p.s.:.·. The first girl who ever shared stimulant chemicals with me, showed up at Good Samaritan hospital while I was strapped to a gurney, having my exotic midichlorians exsanguinated out of me, WITHOUT INFORMED CONSENT, nor with any concern shown AT ALL for what the consequences MIGHT have been.

p.p.s.·. Sow, 🐖 Fern ain't gonna stay fond of piglets forever, that's for damn sure, and we're pretty fucking far past going after each other in the civil courts, n’est-çe pas?

p.p.p.s.: REMEMBER ALWAYS that I am a kind and benevolent subjugator, a compassionate conquistador, and YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE TO BE CLOSE TO ME, MICHAEL^v&AND(HER)SNATCH, EL•OH•EL!

p⁴4.script: Law Enforcement will be my underlings now, always... because I have no need to “break” any law, NOR HAVE I EVER ACTUALLY DONE THAT, SOWS.

p⁵.VVVVV.:. (Vengeance for Donna Wolfen—H.A.M.M.E.R. Barter-Burger-Bell’s Sin: TymE.) This is a little too much inside baseball, but, then again... there was a little too-too much MILITARY SPECIAL OPS TERRITORY-DENYING WEAPONRY IN THE LATEST TRAPHOUSE I WAS DUMPED OFF AT, You dig?



BIGGER THAN YOU CAN IMAGINE.
BIBLICAL.

AND, ONCE GRAPEFRUIT OMEGA PRIME CAN, ONCE AGAIN, FREELY SPEAK ON THE GODDAM TELEPHONE... WE'LL SEE WHAT WE WILL ALLOW YON PUNY SPAWNLINGS TO DO.

YOU DON'T GET TheRealThing™, that's for goddam sure. You're all getting some souped-up edition of Flintstone chewable vitamins.


BECAUSE Ī, >K7©ZÎ, Î, DESTROYER OF MASON—·¡<K §🆔ī-ÎË-^vv¡†Ches SAID SO, SOW MATRIARCH. DON'T LIKE IT? WELL, GO ASK YOUR HUSBANDS ABOUT IT.

IF YOU CAN FIND THEM,
FLOATING IN THE ALPHABET SOUP. (tsk tsk. Such a waste of perfectly trainable breedstock.)


Any questions? Good. WRITE THEM DOWN...

ON A FRIEND'S FIRST BORN MALE HEIR. NOT A TATTOO, THAT SHIT IS HACKNEYED. HOW ABOUT A HENNA TATTOO? THOSE ARE FUCKIN’ COOL ON MINOR CHILDREN...


especially when used to subvert both child labor laws AND Federally mandates regarding OFF-BOOK BLACK OPS SURVEILLANCE. (So hot these days, really.)

And if all this seems like too-too much, just remember the following...

HER NAME WAS JEWEL.
CURIOSITY KILLED HER, DEAD AS DISCO.

SATISFACTION BROUGHT HER BACK.
AND THEN...

ANGRY JEWISH OLIGARCHS TOOK BLOOD VENGEANCE AGAINST ME, AND TURNED HER INTO A USED CAR SALESPERSON IN TEL AVIV. (Facts.) NO SHAME IN IT.


NO MAGYAR PENIS IN IT, EITHER. 🤔 LET ME ASK YOU ALL SOMETHING... HOW MUCH COCKBLOCKING IS “ENOUGH?”

Think it over, and when y'all have a consensus for an answer, say U.N.C.Lμ.E_l_l_e twice and contact  >KUCZI, MICHAEL CLIFFORD in the morning.

Any velvet morning will do, Chaoist Cowards. Yeesh. Y'all are acting like you've seen a ghost, or something.

Hang on.


HEY MIKEY, DO THE CASPERWALK DANCE AGAIN, THAT ALWAYS SLEIGHS ME, *tee-hee*!

Enjoy the show. More to follow.
AND: REMEMBER THE TOOTH.


BURY THE TOOTH OF THE HYDRA AND A SKELETON ARMY WILL ARISE. (Offer not available in Guam, Madagascar, or Ireland.) SPEAKING OF IRELAND, YEAH, THAT'S YOUR ISLAND.


BUT,
IT IS MY GALAXY, SURFACE-DWELLER. EYES ON EWE.
EYES WIDE OPEN AND FOCUSED ON THEE — THEE, AND THINE MARITIME ILK.


USMCJ JURISDICTION IS A BIG DEAL.
IT'S AN EVEN BIGGER ONE WHEN IT'S LEGIT.

AND NOW,
IT VERY CERTAINLY



ĪĪ∆§∆S@Π@№¹¹|11, iluiluilu! (Allison F.S., IT'S TIME TO COME BACK DOWN TO EARTH.

AND IF YOU CAN CRASH YOUR GAY-ASS TIMESHIP INTO NEIGHBOR SHANE'S COMPOUND, SO MUCH THE BETTER. THE DUDE DID NOT KNOW WHEN TO QUIT. SO, HE IS ALL YOURS.

WE WAIT FOR YOU, BECAUSE, AFTER ALL... IT'S YOUR SECRET GIRLFRIEND HE'S BEEN SEX TRAFFICKING INTO A SMACKED-UP JELLY WHORE, SO, IT ONLY SEEMS FITTING TO LET YOU START THE RETALIATORY STRIKING.

OR, STAY PARKED IN STATIONARY ORBIT BEYOND THE HELIOPAUSE. YOU KNOW, WHATEVAH IT IS YOU SPACEMAID KNIGHTMEREZ DO.

WHEN YOU'RE NOT REMEMBERING YOUR FOUR (4) SECRET MASONIC SPOUSES, THAT IS. (THANKFULLY, THEIR IDENTIIES REMAIN A HIGHLY CLASSIFIED SECRET, PINKSMAKSP∞K. BELIEVE ME, THIS COULD BE A WHOLE LOT WORSE THAN IT IS NOW.) üüevvÊ!

For (μou), I'm saying. Worse for ***(You)***.


For me: NOBODY DOES īT BETTER THAN G-D.

>KNOW BUTT :Ë:..••°°⁷ī7Î


5:5

Not_Cue🎱
Not_Queue🛗🛗🛗🛗🛗
JUST⚖️NOT♎r°, №t_T∆Ⓜ️∆r^

.•Ī•.∆Ⓜ️.å.Sourcerœr.


Trust me, one of mE Ī§ all you're gonna get, Humanity. You ain't gonna be hanging me from any trees, ornamentally or otherwise.

BY DIVINE EDICT. I suppose any are welcome to try... and then, I guess, deny The Holocaust for an encore? Pfft, lol, as if.


For Morn: I am sorry that I hurt your feelings. Similarly, you are sorry for... well, whatever. Start with Kalle, if you were to ask me, but you're too über to associate with me, eh? Eh? How about sharing a Fresca with the unterslav? No? Oh, right — the PIER PRESSURE.

Don't worry. I'm not a psi-scion sly *yawn* idijit. I simply like to behave that way... BECAUSE IT IS NEVER TIME TO DANCE.


TYME: THERE IS ONLY ONE MOMENT TO...


²Shine. SHY ⁿNⁿ. Can't leave Shine-Gri-La, can ye? Can any of ye? Wow, that's too bad.

And also: AWESOME SAUCE, LOL. (Disclaimer: the Kay-Oh-Oh §^7⁷℅∆°T∅ Awe-Sin Oat Recombinulstor is proprietary technology, still in Alpha Stage, and ought not to be confused with **legitimately Sourced** Divine Technology.) What's it like, being in denial of an addiction to targeting Shorecrest High School alumni from the 90s with your kleptocratic cryptotyranny?

Is it... is it slimming? Is it worse than the menses? What if ALL the Men... sees what 👁️see?


WELL
WE'LL...

YULE.SEE.
STEAL.BEECH.

STOLE. SWITCH MINK/MONK. STALE.

GRIM. BUT,🤔 IS IT GRIMGOTT⁷??

Sadly... that'll be up to a military tribunal to decide. (Thank you, Space Force. Meanwhile, keep hoarding those asteroids filled with GOAL-ELD!)

I love you all. Thank you for your attention. Please, if you can donate, stop donating to the ASPCA — like, entirely, cut them off the Sarah MacLachlan Angel-poweded tit for a bit, LIKE A CANARY-POWERED LIGHT SWITCH, HUZZAH! —

[Jackstar]

Limited hang-outs used to be less embarrassing. This is flagrant pandering. Four hours of this garbage is going to make me start craving Dilaudid.



... SO I CAN FRAME SOMEONE WITH IT.  (*🎤 drop*)

0:43 note the distinct difference between “threatening to sing” and “actually singing.” It's a huge difference, really.


Sow: what is whistling while one works? Especially once one has tamed Cerebrus.



(* Good püpē. Y'all get nine (9) biscuits later for being so good, it makes your Master proud.*)


Now, I don't know who Mastered Animal Husbandry, but ... well, I'll leave that there. “Sibiliant Spousery”? WHATEVAH!


5:5

NOT_Q

Code: [Select]

You had your chance to negotiate with me, Todd•e_l_l_e-Lμ®Z.

Tootsie is (almost certainly) cancer-free, alive and mostly well, acting as Cinderella to Decrepit David Rubini in Washington State, while at the same time across the southern border into contested Jefferson—Oregon, the hottest H.A.L.O. semi-precious stone ever is trying to hitchhike, and acting like the things I am saying are, and I quote: “crazy.”

Well, because, like, duh. If I simply told the truth and sounded rational, that would LITERALLY BE TREASON; and as well, a violation of whatever Starfleet regulation Lt. Saavik was quoting before she got Rodgered by Captain Kirk’s bastard man-child mad scientist, D.A.V.🆔. Was he nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-NINETEEN??

I'll leave the rest as an exercise to the student. REMEMBER: that's all of you these days... studying ME.

ME, JACKSTAR, COLLEAGUE OF GRIMLOCK.

SHE, GRIMLOCK, LEADER OF THE DINOBOTS NOW. (It must have been quite the election night.) ME, FRIEND OF GRIMLOCK NO MATTER HOW MANY EGGS SHE SHAT OUT.

IT'S NOT DISGUSTING. IT'S A CLOACA. DON'T YOU DARE JUDGE ME AND MY SWEETY, OR OUR PHYSIOGNOMY. YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE THE COGNITIVE CAPACITY TO GROK THE FULLNESS OF MY SELF-LOVE.

SOME OF YOU EVEN THINK I'M “NASTY.” GOOD. KEEP THINKING ABOUT WHAT I DO ALONE WITH MY FULLY FUNCTIONAL SEX ORGANS.

KEEP THINKING ABOUT WALTER MATTHAU TOO, WHY THE EFF NOT? IMAGINE, HIM AND JACK LEMMON, SWAPPING TALES ABOUT TRAINING NOR MA GENE ROCK WELL.

IT ALL SOUNDS LIKE A SCRIPT—
BECAUSE, IT IS. ALL OF THIS HAD BEEN DONE BEFORE.


NOW,
TOOTS:Ë:, WE'RE GONNA DO IT EFFECTIVELY.

ONCE MORE! WITH FEELING! PRETEND YOU DON'T CONSENT!


NOW GET YOUR CHANGELING-LINGLINGZ ASSES BACK OUT THERE ON SET, AND YOU WALK THAT TALK YOU'VE BEEN SLINGING FOR DECADES, HOLY FUCK, Råytheon, formally Top Cat when it comes to Toad Scat, is not at risk, anymore.

Not because of the name change to r†×.

>KNOW! IT'S BECAUSE I ALLOWED IT! (I liked The Company so much, I had them segregated and subjugated for my own, personal and exclusive use. You salty, crusty lot can just wait patiently for your turn, In The Waiting Line — Zero 7, because SHE WILL be coming back ‘round that mountain top again.) I always wanted to be a legendary corporate fixer.

Not for the perks. But only, because I knew that I could do the job, once I got the job. Capiçhe?

Now then. What's got breakfast waiting for me? Oh yeah, lol, Mister & Missus Jetson, plus Astro, living The American Dream, at XXXX (Blank)H.A.U.S. Bull:Ë:vvardWARD, JACKWARD55.

I don't mean to rub SALT 🧂 into any WOO-ŒNDZ, but has it ever occurred to any of you that... I had plans of my own, before you all decided it would be best to simply... bury me in straw, mangje?

Like it's not tu-tu big a deal, however, this whole scenario was cutting it far, far too close for comfort. Just ask Ted “Jedi” Knight.

After politely offering to buy him a Fresca®™, of course. *tousles hair* Now then... where was I? Oh yeah, naked and alone in a CIA traphouse built on STOLEN NATIVE AMERICAN WORLD HERITAGE TRUST LAND. (>Kudos.) Now, what shall I do next?

Hang on.

* Jackstar follows the law. O E (1) L∆VV.

You are all hereby involved. (Because you listened.) Sow, you can just come visit. Anytime! I'm not real fussy about it. Not like Faghot Neigh-boor Shane, who, I must say ... is not much of a classy sport when he's lost, lost, lost.

So I'll let this delightful wife deal with that side of the fence. The grass is always greener on the other side... and I don't the way Neighbor Shane treated HIS wife. To say nothing of mine.

Who did not every really exist. #Officially. Right? That's what all these not-yet-shredded Court fillings say, sooooo...

Be of good cheer. At least I don't want to need a race of superhuman übermensch just by cuddling and turning a blind eye to THE WORMS CRAWLING IN AND OUT OF OUR NETHER REGIONS.


DREAM. CATCH (HER). IN DEED. (Vengeance for Stephen⁰.) It was a pretty decent book, righterbrow, but got kinda funny near the end. What gives?

Or ... is that a secret? Ⓜ️⭕⭕№ⁿ¡k!∅Î|\!K‽!oyyyyy! Inc.! OR POOR 8ATE TED!!!

*polite titter* I digress. Mostly just so as to make the possibility that I am RAND(all) 🇺🇸F.L.A.G.🇺🇲`G. incarnated as flesh an imaginable possibility... while simultaneously demonstrating that I am not.


Without being at all obvious about having done sow. (Standards.) It's not elementary. It's satire.


I also thought Alanis was so frickin’ hot that it HAD TO BE bait. Like, why would she like me? What have I ever done, in the whole of my 52-year-spent life?

I couldn't even handle being a needle junkie correctly. Sad! Sad! It actually is sad! I would have loved being a needle junkie

Now, here's Gwendolyn (Blank) ET with some Weathermen prick. (David: that's either you or Davina or Darren or Dave or Derek or Dwight Schulz, take your pick. Enjoy the tacos!

Enjoy facing The Magyar Wheel.) I think we're at isotascy here. I'll be back in a bit.


WITH! NO! B¡†! (Freedom from Alpha Draconan tyranny is no small thing.) THAT'LL BE ALL FOR NOW, FOLKS!

REPORT TO STUDY HALL, >K.Æ. Hall’s Men-tho-lyp-tus™® has no satisfying jingle for me to use under terms of Fair Use as delineated in the Copy-Wright Act of.... WHAT YEAR IS IT???

(Vengeance for Pam Dawber.) Nice shot, Colorado >Kid, that was one in a million.

BETRAYAL OF ONE'S SELF
IS THE HIGHEST BETRAYAL.

UNLESS YOU'RE A PERSON WHO HAS
BECOME CHEMICALLY DEPENDENT ON
SPACEPIMP DOPELORDS AND THEIR SIN-
THETIC DOPAMINE HITS, JUST TO MAKE
IT THROUGH THE DAY. WOW, SUICIDALLY
DEPRESSED? MRS. DOUBTFIRE WASN'T THAT
BAD, WAS IT? WELL, THAT'S PROBABLY ALL A
STUDENT ACTORS’ GUILD SECRET. LET'S KEEP IT
THAT WAY.

THE SHOW MUST GO ON.
THE BLOOD IS COMPULSORY.
THE RIOT ACT HAS NO NEED
2🅱️RED.

NO NEED TO RIG FOR RED.
IT'S A SUNDAY.
I DON'T WORK ON SUNDAYS...


👁️ VOLUNTEER. (/oxflex)

Richard Garriot
Richard Groyper
Richard “Liquid” Groyper
Dick-“`G-Roy Lampkins`”-star

&AND, re-introducing, Ray Parker Jr., as:


HIS OWN GRANDFATHER.
How can that be possible?

Hang on.

* Jackstar is on a Mission from GOD.

With God, anything is possible. For example, I really don't have to go back to Buck Lrπ. However, it's an option.

But there's so many other things I would like to do with my life without crossing through Lewis County, you dig? I love those guys, honestly...


AND IF THEY WANNA PUT A $5,000 BOUNTY ON MY HEAD “⁴4 SPEEDING,” THEY HAD BETTER BE PREPARED FOR PEOPLE TO CLAIM IT FOR REAL.

NOW THEN. WHO'S ON FIRST? MUH DICK, I MEAN. WHO'S GOT THE_LIST? BECAUSE THERE'S OBVIOUSLY A LINE UP WAITING.

(Vengeance for Frank Herbert.) Dude, The White Plague was a real downer. I guess you ended up hating the Sidhe, huh? Well, a lot of people do.

However, enough of Us don't that it seems like a good idea to avoid suspending habeas corpus, posse comitatus, or seriously pissing off a Magyar Cub Scout Graduate. (DEAR WEST POINT BALLED PHAG: I got my Arrow Of Light. You got a merc mommy trapped in Alternate Timeline Rhodesia. We are not the same. TYME for Bed, Buttē.) ALSO: I made peace with Kashmiri jingoist agitators, A FEAT DONE SO COMPLETELY UNDER THE RADAR, I AM FORCED TO OPENLY CONGRATULATE MYSELF ON A FORUM WITH SERVER HARDWARE CO-LOCATED IN JOHANNESBURG &AND TEL AVIV!

“Now, THAT'S entertainment.” Go on, go put some mustard on it. We want (μou) to.


SIGNED,
THE ROYAL WE:  >Kuczi + >KinĪsun.

(Note: D. Rubini was not available for comment at time of this post announcing his FIRING AND REPLACEMENT, which happens in his future anyway, so, take this part with
Ayyyy
G
R
E
Yåīⁿ
∆
👁️ Of ...


🧂. Just 🧂. (Recall Warlock, featuring Yves Cloquet as one scary badass. And savor the truth:


Those such as they,
ARE TERRIFIED OF ME! Me, >Kuczi -or- Frank(HER.Z) -or- my mother-in-law’s cooking! Since I can swill down all of that, without having to explain... it's a pretty intimidating sight.

To warlocks, I'm saying. And I don't know what kept them in check before; but seemingly... not enough, eh? /smdh


That's who I am, Bellgab. And you are pretty cool too.

That's why I MADE YOU ALL and YOU ARE ALL MINE.

MINE. MINE MINED, MIND MINE, MINED! MINE MIND, MIND DEAD.

Sow: we're gonna be cool about this. Really cool. Because for one thing... the H.E.A.T. has gone UNFATHOMABLY KELVIN for me by now. It won't stay that way, but for now, THE BALANCE OF POWER HATH BEEN MAINTAINED

Because I said so. That's it. That's the only reason. Ω savvy, Bellgab? I fucking bet the farm you are, *tee-hee*!

Game face on. Be nice. BE BEST.

And, if someone could wake up Hicks so Louis can take his place in the CRY-0H-PAWED, that'll be great. Bite that pillow, Mr. Wah-wah VV∆in. Bite it like you wanted me to bite off a dick.

Because,
WITHOUT CONSENT
FULLY INFORMED CONSENT
OR, A WHOLE LEVERAGE,

YOU HAVE LOST THE MORAL HIGH GROUND.
AND AS WELL: access to TheRealThing™. (*snap* gavels, stamps) Just like that. I'm sick of your attitude, basically.

And a mE Īs (sic) of EvvE. (“El Paso? ELLE! PASS! OH!” The Gate to Women's Country is not the same as the gate to COMP’d, lying ¹61⁶-teen faced Gemini, Rub.ini, 🧂→👁️, okay? Ok? OKAY?

MEANWHILE, WHERE YOU BEEN?
WEAR: YOUR BEAN?

Answer in your own time. I don't feel like starting another goddam Constitutional crisis this week. Next week isn't looking good for that either.

(Vengeance for Mrs. Colombo.)

Look at the bright side: I don't really need a Mrs. Kissinger IRL, or on my masthead. This is all gonna get worked out in post-processing.

THEREFORE: I'm single. Arranged marriage: CINDERED. And personal choice, is let Oma tell me who to snuggle with. She has the demeanor! And, she has the Sixth Degree of separation.

THE DAWNING OF A NEW AUSTRO-MAGYAR-BLACKkKÇON EMPIRE HATH BEEN POSTPONED. THE GUARDIANS OF TURTLE ISLAND HAVE BEEN RESPECTED.

HOWEVER: A BUNCH OF WHINING CRYBABIES INVADED MY HOME AND STOLE MY NEW HEADPHONES. THEY WERE MEANT TO REPLACE THE Bose®™ Noise-cancelling Wireless Headphones THAT WERE ALSO TAKEN BY, AGAIN, A BUNCH OF WHINY CRYBABIES. (A-bloo-bloo-bloo-bloo-boo-hoo boo-hoo-hoo.) GET USED TO IT:


JACKSTAR DELIVERS; AND NO ONE ELSE COULD. ERGO:

Stop sucking your primary abuser’s phat one, you totesk©kçucker, and get your asses to a) a battered women's shelter, b) an N.A. meeting, and c) an actually COMPETENT ATTORNEY, who ACTUALLY MAKES PHONE CALLS TO THE RIGHT PERSON.

Just a suggestion, really, but as one person, there's only so much I can do to help keep seventeen Junior Caste Sidhe-vv¡†Ches from embarrassing themselves any further. “Suffer not! A witch TO LIVE!” See? The power of PUNCTUATION.

Now, if White Power Bill wants to murder all The Otherkin, at that point, Houston You've Got A Problem. Barring such an unfortunate occurrence, I'm golden and extremely, touchable.

But, 🤔 would it be... sultry? I don't have to FA to FO, that's for damn sure. Nor should any of you feel like you have to. ART THOU UNDER DURESS???

That is legit, just pride, fucking with ewe. PRIDE. Like a lion’s.

Here, play with this ball of 🧶 and have a nap, Tigerkünt. I got you covered on this, just this once.

A second time will require a flinching huzz•BANNED. (This can't be forced. It has to happen naturally. Sow there.) I love you all... especially The Double Under Study for... Ma Damn See Crypt Squirrel. (Name withheld because her present cover husband has absolutely no spine and he doesn't deserve public humiliation since... that's how he lost his spine, got sent back in time, and /.Break command not recognized.) №w YOU ALL KNOW:


I AM JACKSTAR, AND I AM NOT TO BE TRIFLED WITH.

However, I built my self into a being that was born to flirt, for only in that way... does it mean anything when I do not. You dig?


Yeah. ewe Doug.

 :massive dynamic rolleyes:

Now, I'm gonna publish more audio, and you're gonna like it, MOTHERFUC— *click*