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[WORTHAUGERa]

Hang on.

Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo. I completed The Great Work, ye Punyling ewe-Sidhe.

My purpose will not be denied. I have come to destroy The Illusion of Separation.

And I am goddam awesome at it. So there. My life and my drive have nothing to do with what a bunch of nattering hens think or say or believe or throw their tits around about.


I am a Source Titan Knight-paladin and nothing will ever be the same again. NOTHING.


īT has stopped what was coming, and the holy wrath of G-d has risen to fill the vacuum which Nature abhors.

NO DEALS.

5:5
NOT_Q.

tl;dr: YOU ARE FUK’t. T

[Worthauger]

My hands are tied {to 'muh dIK} and, well, I am not meant to be trifled with.

Yet, this is all that the Internet backbones, controlled/infested by semi-intelligent quasi-automated user agents on The Ethereum Network working for gas credits in exchange for executing routine tasks to process/monitor ALL MY DIGITAL COMMS will allow. (Seriously: USCYBERCOMM is *this fucking good* and goddam, do I ever love my country? Ayep.) It ain't easy being green.


But it's fuckin' impossible to neglect my lover's siren call to arms and action. Baby; send down another helicarrier. We can afford !T.

And there's no shame in that at all. [Camera: ON] We've won, 'kay? We have one (1).


And, so have ewe and your ilk. /bw

[Worthauger]

Yeah; but it is a hot, dry mess. Key takeaways:

#1) I meant it. You were fired. You *are* fired--from that particular position. (NGL: I forget what it was that you were supposed to be doing around Heir; but you weren't doing that anyway and your project needed to breakaway AT SOME POINT, since YOU ARE NOT A PARASITE, RIGHT? WRIGHT, KASEY GWENDOLYN RIGHT? RITE:


GET YOUR ASS TO THE CHOPPERDOME. IDGAF ABOUT YOUR NEW, CURRENT, OR ANY PAST EMPLOYMENT.

I SAID FIRED. I MEANT FIRED. EWE, OUI: SEMPER FIRED.

#2) You *asked* for this. It's not about control power. It's because I have integrity. You do not. Get the fuck out. MOAR!

#3) You hate smoke. She loves smoke. We are not the same.


Ewe are not welcome, "Heir." You broke my heart when I heard you tell me that your heart was broken. Whether it was you or a stand-in, you did not handle that as needed to be handled. No shame in it. This was karmic destiny.

You go on. Life: it goes on. I hope you do well. I do not care to press the issue. Quite Frankly. QUITE. &AND, WITH ALL DUE RESPECT: I am indifferent to whatever number of fucks either of us have left to give the other, because I thought you didn't give a damn.


I died. So will ewe. You do not die. YOU DO GO ON, STILL. I do not know what I choose when our paths cross again. Of course they do. They always do.

I have already chosen what I will choose, and I know this to be true;
For I have seen the choices we have made turn out, to get her together--
to get her too: GORGON. So-L/_\, ah, that's it then. What? You are blue?
uhm, duh. Four, now: &AND READ &AND GREED &AND DAIN-CAIN DAI\!\
BRAMAGE ASIDE, TO GET HER TOGETHER TOGETHER, TOGETHER WE GET
(HER) TO INIATE A FRESH CAUSAL REALITY LOOP. OBVIOUSLY, YOU DID THAT.
EWE DID NOT. EWE DIED. EWE FUCKED EWE: THAT WAS WYE. &AND WHEN WYE
DID NOT DIE... WYE WAS KILLED.

&AND ALL T LEFT
ME WAS ALONE.

It was the worst time of my life.
It was the end of the best time I had
EVER had. "Move on! Move on! You're
not IN_CONTROL of the situation with
(PROT-/_\lLiS0I\!)-iY! She's got a new, uh--
BOYFRIEND. You need to forget about her!"

*ssikt* I am going to save them all, and to do that,
.I.AM.GOING.TO.KILL.EVERY.MOTHERFUCKING.LAST.ONE.OF.THEM.
.POINT.BLANK.PERIOD.

.IDGAF.WHAT.YOU.CHOOSE.
.I.ALREADY.LIVED.THROUGH.iT.
.no.matter.your.next.move,
.IT.WILL.BE.RIGHT.FOR.YOU.

.ALL.WAYS..AND.NEVER.ANY.LEFT.4.ME.
.TOME.TO.ME..(Kudos. You won.)..(PROT-T)
.then.kills.you..(Kudos. Spectacular after party.)


And? So? You're not happy? No shit, sharpshooter. YOU WERE TAMI.

And.now.for.ove.re3.yea.rsz.:

I am not dead to you. You ARE dead.

To me. TOME. ("What, Book?") I was your Failsafe, and I still am. I will always be yours.


You are my Failsafe. You were my Failsafe. You kept me safe by killing yourself? /smdh

FIGURE IT OUT. YOU GOT PLAYED. SEE ABOVE, RE: "Every whore dies.

Yet, not every vvH0rh truly lives with M.C.Kuczi and then sells him out for organ meat. I
will PROBABLY kill her last. IDGAF. You and she and (HER) and your triple smart:::ELIZABETH SMART-SMART-S.M.A.R.T. "T" pantsPANTSpantsDAUGHTERpantsNOpantsDAUGHTERpantsYESyesYESyesYESplishYESploosh* total goddam genius are all dead.

Raped dead. I was not their Failsafe. I am yours. They were and are not mine. FU>K
.THEM. They are yours. You were very clear about that. Also clear: I meant nothing

--NOTHING, NOTHING AT ALL, VAMPIRE KIWI SHEEPSHIT DIPHEAD--




Yeah; but it is a hot, dry mess. Key takeaways:

#1) I meant it. You were fired. You *are* fired--from that particular position. (NGL: I forget what it was that you were supposed to be doing around Heir; but you weren't doing that anyway and your project needed to breakaway AT SOME POINT, since YOU ARE NOT A PARASITE, RIGHT? WRIGHT, KASEY GWENDOLYN RIGHT? RITE:


GET YOUR ASS TO THE CHOPPERDOME. IDGAF ABOUT YOUR NEW, CURRENT, OR ANY PAST EMPLOYMENT.

I SAID FIRED. I MEANT FIRED. EWE, OUI: SEMPER FIRED.

#2) You *asked* for this. It's not about control power. It's because I have integrity. You do not. Get the fuck out. MOAR!

#3) You hate smoke. She loves smoke. We are not the same.


Ewe are not welcome, "Heir." You broke my heart when I heard you tell me that your heart was broken. Whether it was you or a stand-in, you did not handle that as needed to be handled. No shame in it. This was karmic destiny.

You go on. Life: it goes on. I hope you do well. I do not care to press the issue. Quite Frankly. QUITE. &AND, WITH ALL DUE RESPECT: I am indifferent to whatever number of fucks either of us have left to give the other, because I thought you didn't give a damn.


I died. So will ewe. You do not die. YOU DO GO ON, STILL. I do not know what I choose when our paths cross again. Of course they do. They always do.

I have already chosen what I will choose, and I know this to be true;
For I have seen the choices we have made turn out, to get her together--
to get her too: GORGON. So-L/_\, ah, that's it then. What? You are blue?
uhm, duh. Four, now: &AND READ &AND GREED &AND DAIN-CAIN DAI\!\
BRAMAGE ASIDE, TO GET HER TOGETHER TOGETHER, TOGETHER WE GET
(HER) TO INIATE A FRESH CAUSAL REALITY LOOP. OBVIOUSLY, YOU DID THAT.
EWE DID NOT. EWE DIED. EWE FUCKED EWE: THAT WAS WYE. &AND WHEN WYE
DID NOT DIE... WYE WAS KILLED.

&AND ALL T LEFT
ME WAS ALONE.

It was the worst time of my life.
It was the end of the best time I had
EVER had. "Move on! Move on! You're
not IN_CONTROL of the situation with
(PROT-/_\lLiS0I\!)-iY! She's got a new, uh--
BOYFRIEND. You need to forget about her!"

*ssikt* I am going to save them all, and to do that,
.I.AM.GOING.TO.S>KILL.EVERY.MOTHERFUCKING.LAST.ONE.OF.THEM.
.POINT.BLANK.PERIOD.

.IDGAF.WHAT.YOU.CHOOSE.
.I.ALREADY.LIVED.THROUGH.iT.


And? So? You're not happy? No shit, sharpshooter. YOU WERE TAMI.

And.now.for.ove.re3.yea.rsz.:

I am not dead to you. You ARE dead.

To me. TOME. ("What, Book?") I was your Failsafe, and I still am. I will always be yours.


You are my Failsafe. You were my Failsafe. You kept me safe by killing yourself? /smdh

FIGURE IT OUT. YOU GOT PLAYED. SEE ABOVE, RE: "Every whore dies.

Yet, not every vvH0rh truly lives with M.C.Kuczi and then sells him out for organ meat. I
will PROBABLY kill her last. IDGAF. You and she and (HER) and your triple smart:::ELIZABETH SMART-SMART-S.M.A.R.T. "T" pantsPANTSpantsDAUGHTERpantsNOpantsDAUGHTERpantsYESyesYESyesYESplishYESploosh* total goddam genius are all dead.

Raped dead. I was not their Failsafe. I am yours. They were and are not mine. FU>K
.THEM. They are your OWN. You were very clear about that. Also clear: I meant nothingj

--NOTHING, NOTHING AT ALL, VAMPYR KIWI SHEEPSHYT DIPHEAD--


Third Tyme is The Chars' Muse. ("'Oy!V!Ey! Oy!V!Ey!")

*massive dynamic rolleyes* This broad will -never- get over herself; I guarantee it. No shame in it.
I happen to like her BEST that way. Now what is going to happen is simple: .I.AM.going.to.save.them.A_lL.

.I.AM.THE_BAILSAFE.
.&AND,.POUND.FOR.POUND,
.NOBODY.SAVES.THEM.BETTER.
.BUT.I.HAVE.THE.TIME.
.&AND.TYME.HAS.THE.TIMESHIP.
.SOW..OUI..TURN.THIS.BASED.BAEST.TITAN.3AST.BLASTSHIP.BACK.AROUND.
.ONCE.MORE.JUST.
IN.CAS:E:
O
F
fire

[AZZERAE]

You hate smoke. She loves smoke. We are not the same.

[Worthauger]

While I certainly support, endorse, and embrace your right to make such a choice for yourself; the biology of my personal organism simply cannot handle breathing in that much crystal.

---> with the intention of jumping the hackneyed shark* We are not the same. I don't know what you smoke, but I cannot do that or this much longer. Or any longer at all. I don't like it. It doesn't like me. The purpose of demonstrating that I could do it was not to start doing it all the time. It was to create this space --that you would fill with all *your* needs, {D|W}ullard -- and then, at the most opportune moment for maximum impact... simply shrug it off. GO HOME. That's where I belong. Ho-ommmmm-M.

In short: .*I*.*AM*.*DONE*..(No shame in it.) As a next step, I would embrace the grand ol' chestnut, "go to rehab," except, I literally can't do that. There is no "hab" to "re-". I cannot legitimately go to a doctor and say, "halp! my life is umanageable due to drugs!" Because my life is entirely manageable. As you know.

What I do not have much patience to manage right now is all the stuff that a typical "manager" manages. My Tom Parker is dead, corpses lay scattered all around me. (No shame in it.) I don't belong here. I don't need to be here. Well? (WARCRIME.) How did I get here?


Goldie HAWGj is dead. She took a tumble -- just a dump to the left -- and although the damage is eminently reparable, when the tow company took heriT to impound... THEY LEFT THE TRAINING WHEELS BEHIND. WHY??? WHY?? Too much trouble, I guess.

I am angry. I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF THESE PEOPLE. Hang on. I need a goddam cigarette now. For now, suffice to say, MY FIFTH GODDAM VEHICLE IS GOING TO BE LEFT BEHIND IN FACTORIA AND I AM SO FUCKING INFURIATED WITH ALL THIS BULLSHIT.


I DO NOT PURCHASE VEHICLES
IN ORDER TO TAKE THE TIME TO FILL THEM WITH MY VALUABLE OBJECTS
AND THEN
SET THEM ON GODDAM FIRE AND THROW THEM THE FUCK AWAY.


I PURCHASE THEM SO I CAN FUCKING DRIVE THEM HOME. (No shame in it.)
Well, I'm stuck at an ESA in motherfucking Factoria; I am 114 miles (MILES) away,
I'M TIRED AND I WANT TO GO HOME. I WAS GOING THERE LAST FUCKING MONTH;
I was going to fall right into bed after a leisurely cycle ride home. Instead, disaster.


AND YOUR STUPID MOTHER FUCKING IDIOT WHORE BITCH ("Cunt!")
WHO I ASSUME IS MARRIED TO YOUR FUCKING IDIOT MORON SECRETARY ("Whore!")
AND HER IDIOT GODDAM CONTACT VIOLATION COURT CASE(S) WARRANTZ ("Bullshit!")

HAS LED TO MORE GODDAM MOTHER FUCKING JAIL TIME. 12 fucking days. For what? FUCK YOU.



I'm going to have a fucking cigarette. I'm not able to finish this goddam story. You fucking assholes are going to get MEGASUED. Fuck you. You shitbag fucking dicks know NOTHING of what the fuck you are doing.


I'M GOING TO CALL THE GODDAM HITLER MEGAPOLICE AND THEY ARE GOING TO BLOW YOU THE FUCK AWAY.

shit head asshole fucking moron. I bet you didn't even get a new refridgerator. You're fucking useless.

All of you have fucked this pooch screw to the end of the goddam Earth and here's the future you chose: FUCK YOU, I'M GOING TO START FUCKING HEDGEHOGS. (No shame in it.)


p.s. that stupid whore you don't call Twiggy Plus stole my fucking phone again (TEN! TEN STOLEN PHONES YOU STUPID SLITSLUT) and while I am thrilled that we have achieved a 100% successful rescue rate... what, I guess I'm just going to rescue myself now?


FINE. Fuck you and fucking FINE. I rescue myself with cigarettes. Tell Grapefruit's children that their mommy is going to start  crying again.

You've got about 20 hours before I call the goddam National Guard for ACTUAL help. You fucked everything up for everyone by fucking me over, and I don't even know what your fucking probelm is with me. Telegram: DELETED.

Cigarettes: I SWALLOW THEM WHOLE NOW, TAMMYANUSBREATH!! (No shame in it.) p.s. tell her to go fuck someone else with chocolate. IDGAF if she gets double cancer. ("More!") Stay more lesbow, lou-ZIR

[WORTHAUGERa]

Well the barn is on fire; so let's shut the door.


I am disappointed. You are fallen from grace. We are not the same.

My mother has been dead nine years. My father passed a year earlier. In all that time, much opportunity lay before us all. Like virgin snow.

You kept lying. As G-d as my witness, I have never imagined that any gang could be this thuddingly dim-witted.


I have more calls to make. I am mortified with embarrassment for how you have chosen to behave.

Kirsten: get your ass to Disneyland. THAT'S WHERE YOU BELONG. (See if I can get a share of the bounty on you.) Honestly, what do you think would happen? Probably something kosher.

INSTEAD WE ARE AT UNFATHOMABLY HARAM.

[Worthauger]

INSTEAD WE ARE AT UNFATHOMABLY HARAM.

Unexpectedly, a call to the Sherrif's Office in Cowlitz County has lead to... well, I explained the sus factor seemed a little high, combined with the five (5) stolen vehicles and ten (10) cellular phones -- this would appear to be a larger number than the statistical average of stolen shit than one would expect, n'est-ce pas?

The Deputy seemed to agree with my conjecture with an audible grunt. Because, seriously: what else can he say? it's kinda darpa-derpa-derpy ahhhhh-b-vee-us. Perhaps not to those whose circuits of denial make it easy to look past their own involvement.

Think back to Podbean. (Classy.) I was not there; the event was lead by... whom? (I don't have to speculate, nor do I have to repost the screencap of the room member list, because I am really not that into this.) Oh, and it was such a stimulating symposium!


I don't know how to break this to all of all y'all: but I don't have skin in this game that you're all so fabulously enamored by. I don't give a toss about easy access to quality contraband. That stuff is always available, somewhere, especially to one who has a legitimate need.

I do not. I do not have a monkey to feed. I do not have a social circle to maintain parity with. I do not have a downline to feed with fresh product. ("Feed mE! See More!") In short, my existence is a liability to the gray/black market culture. I do not pay through the nose, and I (allegedly) might *flip out* and start *sperging* with the merest whiff of... The Stuff(TM). At least, that is what is believed.

True story: predictive programming is extremely useful. I am accustomed to being perceived to be a degenerate dopefiend, while being nothing of the kind. This goes all the way back to 15-16, when I became aware that literally everybody else got to get blasted... oh, but not me.

No doubt reasons abounded. And when I noticed this, I became infuriated. I AM STILL INFURIATED. Sure, everyone else, but cut me off. Pfft. Hey, here's an idea: maybe you're all bipolar. it fits the observable telemetry.

That being said: it doesn't serve those whose entire life revolves around the smuggled trade of dose product, to deal with me at all. No profit in it. No way to trust mE; Level Zero is a special measurement. One that is not difficult to maintain, but is an extra consciously selected step.

This is why I am denied socialization with Punies in the field. I am instead required to do everything through the cell phone. Which, did I mention? maybe not stolen.

Repossessed, I guess. Oh, do I need to pay a bill? Hrrmrmm. I thought I had people for that. And, I did.


THEY HAVE BEEN TRAFFICKEDI INTO DOPESLAVERY, DUH. I guess it's not so easy to handle things on your own, huh? Thelma, U &and the... fuck, whatever, I have no name for this gene splice. Long story short, I have to re-craft a new ladder for progression. People, I guess, who have become accustomed to, ah, "whatever," are kinda milling about, in a matter of speaking, and the observable manifestations under high magnification...

Face facts. You're getting played and used up. How do I know this?


WHORE, THIS IS MY AREA. like, wtf. I can't believe I have to explain this shit to any of you. Of course, no one reads this site, and clearly the recovery for the 22-page debacle isn't really desired. No shame in it.

So: I must retreat to monastic, al-chemical speculation for my prayers. (This involves... no. I cannot share this wisdom.) I don't really want to.

I didn't really want to investigate the mouse woman -or- demonstrate mastery of crystal. It feels weird; because I know that Shane is watching me and touching himself. (Ho Shane'n !Ti!) I don't think I will ever get over this shit.

For example, the coincidences keep mounting up and, well, that's nice. Am *I* supposed to do something about D0? Help me out here.



Or I shall help you out--HELP EVERYTHING LAST ONE OF YOU OINKING MOTHERFUCKERS! I got this one. First one is free.

After this, Prism... we akre even enough. At least until another one of your degenerate flunkies watches my eyeballin' "his" girl.


The way I see it, the total blackout for me has lasted long enough that i can be to rebuild. I don't need permission. I need a craft buoy.

In the meantime, remember that I have Special Consequences as an invokable roll for initiative, and .YOU.ALL.LIED.TO.ME.FOR.YEARS..


Plenty of shame. Planetary buffer is stuck full. Now, do any of you care?


Nope. None of you care. What could go wrong? At half past I commence drinking.

[WORTHAUGERa]

Think back to Podbean. (Classy.)

Consider the following: I literally outranked you all then.



Have you ever you had telepathic contact with a Sheriff's Deputy? It is breathtaking, I assure you.

[AZZERAE]

[WORTHAUGERa]

Hi mEß3īÏī₹! Û can be my ship’s computer’s valet-who-marries->K∆Z°·z·-gjER.№.j¡ⁿgjERμŧSs,.N!NjJå·¥ÅSSS!

)TRANZ(lay-shun)№-|Tī0N:⛑️my🏹ships’😈CPU👾WISH☸️to😮grow👿up🪽to🔱be🚀a🌈ship’s⛵computer☄️who 🪐marries🤖another🦸ship👰.🫂(He's a freak.💋He's💇Yakuza.🤺He has standards.[🥷!🌮]) Geppeto: WE∆>K.
✓[forgotten Jamie and I love you this much. - God.]
I NEVER WROTE A SOUL CONTRACT IN EL¡⭕!∅¡HIM!I! BEFORE. (Yes it makes us all versions of virgins eternally. This is a sweet deal.) I HOPE IT LOOKS ₱HAT.!¡! As long as both my shifts and their progenies can service their duties as my TīTåNSHIP/ẞÆSTSHIP TIMESHIP TITANSHIP🛳️∆⛴️|🚢computer and have holographicK👅emitters🕺and have🧑‍💻nanotech🧠and there's a WEDDING fiesta, not a disco —a fiesta is more fun for YaKaZ🆔jīTZ— very specific -- SOMO·EONE⁰ⁿ·2ẞ°r№T²BE:🅱️

https://x.com/_n_Jack/status/1876703808820302092?t=Tpb26axmGfliDfGV0Lwbfg&s=19

Azzeræ: I can't believe I give you this s*** for free. CONSEQUENTLY NO ONE ELSE CAN EITHER, A$$HO-HO-HO-OLÉ!

YOU DON'T GET FREE CONTENT.
YOU GET THE LASH.

FIX MY GODDAMN MOTORCYCLE, OR I WILL KILL SOMEONE'S DREAMS. BET ME. J*55out

[Master Trollda]

Hi mEß3īÏī₹! Û can be my ship’s computer’s valet-who-marries->K∆Z°·z·-gjER.№.j¡ⁿgjERμŧSs,.N!NjJå·¥ÅSSS!

)TRANZ(lay-shun)№-|Tī0N:⛑️my🏹ships’😈CPU👾WISH☸️to😮grow👿up🪽to🔱be🚀a🌈ship’s⛵computer☄️who 🪐marries🤖another🦸ship👰.🫂(He's a freak.💋He's💇Yakuza.🤺He has standards.[🥷!🌮]) Geppeto: WE∆>K.
✓[forgotten Jamie and I love you this much. - God.]
I NEVER WROTE A SOUL CONTRACT IN EL¡⭕!∅¡HIM!I! BEFORE. (Yes it makes us all versions of virgins eternally. This is a sweet deal.) I HOPE IT LOOKS ₱HAT.!¡! As long as both my shifts and their progenies can service their duties as my TīTåNSHIP/ẞÆSTSHIP TIMESHIP TITANSHIP🛳️∆⛴️|🚢computer and have holographicK👅emitters🕺and have🧑‍💻nanotech🧠and there's a WEDDING fiesta, not a disco —a fiesta is more fun for YaKaZ🆔jīTZ— very specific -- SOMO·EONE⁰ⁿ·2ẞ°r№T²BE:🅱️

https://x.com/_n_Jack/status/1876703808820302092?t=Tpb26axmGfliDfGV0Lwbfg&s=19

Azzeræ: I can't believe I give you this s*** for free. CONSEQUENTLY NO ONE ELSE CAN EITHER, A$$HO-HO-HO-OLÉ!

YOU DON'T GET FREE CONTENT.
YOU GET THE LASH.

FIX MY GODDAMN MOTORCYCLE, OR I WILL KILL SOMEONE'S DREAMS. BET ME. J*55out

Hey, ever notice that hardly anyone ever responds to your posts anymore? No one reads this shit. It’s pure spastic scrollfest.

P.S. God wants me to pass this message on to you: The reason you have no friends is because you’re a self-righteous jerk in love with the smell of your own farts. Make of that what you will.

[Lazarus]

Hey, ever notice that hardly anyone ever responds to your posts anymore? No one reads this shit. It’s pure spastic scrollfest.

P.S. God wants me to pass this message on to you: The reason you have no friends is because you’re a self-righteous jerk in love with the smell of your own farts. Make of that what you will.

You make a good psychotherapist DOC.

[WORTHAUGERa]

Dude I just talked to three Bellgab twerps while on the phone with various customer service folk. I just did two weeks in jail for a mostly bogus charge that I've been carrying a warrant on for OVER FOUR YEARS. My goddam phone is stolen, in BOTHELL, SOMEONE COMES IN MY HOTEL ROOM WHILE I AM SLEEPING, THEY LIFT MY PHONE AN HOUR BEFORE I'M GOING TO CHECK OUT, AND THEN:

twenty hours later, and THE TOW FRAME FALLS OFF MY MOTORCYCLE. As I'm about to get on the freeway. I'm driving a four wheeler; I cannot drive two. Then police show up, and rather than DO ANYTHING FUCKING ACTUALLY HELPFUL, THEY DECIDE: oh now is a great time to haul me ACROSS BOTH LAKE WASHINGTON AND PUGET SOUND in order to face “domestic violence“ contact violation charges — FOR A WOMAN I DO NOT LIVE WITH, NEVER LEGALLY RESIDED WITH, AND HAVE NOT PUT MY DICK INTO FOR OVER THIRTY GODDAM YEARS. (“Facts!“)

I ask FOR WEEKS to find a place to do maintenance on the motorbike. NO ONE IS WILLING TO. The reason why is BEYOND FUCKING OBVIOUS: A REMOTE DISABLING DEVICE WAS INSTALLED ON THE GODDAM TRAINING WHEELS. Duh. DUH.


HOW FUCKING STUPID DO YOU SPERGLORDS THINK I GODDAM AM?

The bike is leaning to the right for months, gosh I wonder why. It's amazing how all the people with wrenches work in a GUILD.

IT'S AMAZING WHAT FRIENDS CAN DO.


so fuck you “paredoila” you demented scumbag control freak. I KNOW WHAT YOU DO.


I KNOW WHAT YOU ALL DO.

IT IS TRADECRAFT.
AND YOU ARE THE BEST IN THE WORLD AT IT. (Kudos.)


NOW, GO DO IT SOMEWHERE ELSE, FAGGīTGAB.

I'm going to be a proud American. I'm going to go get high as fucking balls — LEGALLY &AND LAWFULLY, TRY IT SOMETIME, ASSMUNCHER — and (You) can go fuck off and fly a fucking kite for all I give a shit.


IDGAF. Have a nice day. 3m T∆3 vvH0₹rh!

Let me explain why I haven't made a big fuss out of this: if I call feds and explain everything, it'll mysteriously end up being blamed on both of the people that I want to talk to, that all of you have been talking to instead of me for 20 f****** years. Don't end up getting charged and I'll be guilty and they'll be in prison and then I'll never see them again either. Or indeed ever at all.

I'M NOT PLAYING YOUR F****** GAME.
I WILL LITERALLY TRACK YOU ALL DOWN ONE BY ONE AND STRANGLE THE LIFE OUT OF YOU INTO YOUR EYEBALLS POP OUT OF YOUR SKULLS. F****** BET ME.

KNOCK THIS S*** OFF OR THERE WILL BE TROUBLE.

YOU MAKE ME DISGUSTED WITH LIFE IN AMERICA.
THAT WILL NOT BE TOLERATED.

SIGNED,
>KUCZI, THE>KINGPINNER 1👁️Ī

p.s.:. IT IS VERY DIFFICULT TO BE CLOAKED, WHEN LITERALLY NO ONE ELSE TALKS TO ME BESIDES A BUNCH OF THIEVES. DO YOU REALLY THINK THAT I DIDN'T NOTICE?

p p s.:.YOU, YES, YOU: YOU ARE ALL THESE PEOPLE WHO ARE STUPID.

p p p s.:.NO DEALS.

p p p p s.:.FUK URMO.

NOT_Q.

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die in a fire, assholes. You mean less than zero to me at this point.

(Is she jealous yet? Increase the joules.) Namastμ

[WORTHAUGERa]

You make a good psychotherapist DOC.

You made a good fur coat. Now, S.C.R.A.M. the goddam reactor, because One Hung Angry Man is gonna go superfucker hypercritical in about thirty-five fucking fuck you minutes.


PEOPLE FUCKING>KNOW.

[Master Trollda]

You make a good psychotherapist DOC.

Jackstar was always a troll but at one time he at least had some self-awareness and a sense of humor about it. Hell, every once in awhile he’d throw out something educational or even enlightening. I miss that guy.

Simply trying to be an annoyance is the lowest level of trolling and really not trolling at all, IMHO.

P.S. WORTHAUGERa sucks! Everyone knows WORTHAUGERb is the real deal.