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[Jackstar]

How this conversation made sense to anyone is just beyond me... Are you sure they were responding to you?

Anywho, how you doing, Jacko?

Why are you ignoring me?

I thought we were besties! You! You abandoned me! You God damn motherfucking fuckface fucking son of a cunt turd bitchass BASTARD!

Fuck the BBQ! I ain't coming!

💕Can't you see that I love you?💕



#I’mTheLittleHeart

*Fucking Bump*

There's an Alpha Draconan relative timeship blocking your star; film at eleven. Gonna have to board her. We are all tens here. Grapefruit urinated. At least that's what the telemetry is splish-piss-splooshing sho\/|\/ving out the fucking door.


There's a conflict on the manifest. It's awkward and there's no four ways around it; The Pomelo has gotta walk the plank. Even if I stay in this realm — not looking real likely at this point — I don't see Grapefruit getting along with anybody outside of her demesne.

That includes me. No Contact! EMERGENCY breaking Looking Glass like it's a fireax. I actually like her too. So basically it's your call: merger or separation with yourself is not the issue, it's whether or not it's with Me with You & another, or eYe with y∅u & an ∅ther. (Matt: Standards. You're with Bigfroot.) It's not very complicated in English; I'm just having trouble coding a ticket you can punch with feeling all these undefined variants.

I DID INSIST ON VOICEPRINT. I may not have made that clear. Thanks; no really, it's best for the long haul that I dump the yard waste here. I do have the acreage at The High Ground, so I would say “fuck it,” unless you're a virgin. Hey there, I don't know how to get to 1989 but I would love to, shhhhh this is public. Well I don't think anyone else can hear you over the sounds of the 11:42 to New Auschwitz.

Of course I'm not, but it may be too late in any case. The value of c appears to have adjusted itself significantly. Looks okay from here. I don't see any bugs. Hail Hydra! Kidding. Heil T(ea|i)tler. (Ask Dana, then ask some Fed Kunterkraut, then ask my q-wife, then and only then Mone(t/y), wow, tuff krowd, it wasn't this hard getting out of Augerville.) Oh great, hi Cheffy, can you describe how you did score that Abilify and add it to ICE(a k a “cry stall OMG (DMT/BUGS)” I CAN SEE why they call it that, lol, no I don't want that, just whatever that will do the opposite of shrivel my coccyx, probably just distill MDMA + DMT in oyster (jews/juice) or mug a kike in He'll have some Molly in the trunk (Company Policy).

If I hear her/your voice you'll kill yourself/her? Make it your husband, and you've got a deal. This is Earth. In the real world, men who prevent their wives from knowing I'm alive and then lock them in a shadow dimension so they don't find out I'm posting all over the place now by gimping their Net & Internet & Internet are considered downright peculiar. Yes indeedly Doo. Scooby, that is. Like, wtf. No kike is good there autocorrect go ahead and put that back thanks.

I'll miss her but if she could have come along with you then she would have grabbed any one of the 19 thousand, five hundred opportunities she's had this whole goddam time. So take my hand don't be afraid I'm going to prove every word I say. Mind time. Control unravels. Leigh/Lili/Lil3\HerMo\HeroJ\SandraLixMiller Eewww, Lock Miller up, give Sandra a test and send her to my office, bring two tests, bring some coffee too.

I don't really like to use needles. Not even to get to solace in Spåce. I can; so fucking what? Twice in all this whole year, meth never before this year, that answers your question, said the son of an insulin-injecting-dependent & an alcoholic with a bad reputation and The News Bean E, yeah, I rescheduled nothing: that is My Bean, I earned it

[Jackstar]

How this conversation made sense to anyone is just beyond me... Are you sure they were responding to you?

It's not a conversation. That was a forum post.

Anywho, how you doing, Jacko?

I'm sad for what you've thrown away in favor of gained nothing at all.

Why are you ignoring me?

I'm not. Most recently it was because you're committing felony criminal harassment, amongst other low-brow changes, and I frankly am tried of the way you cheat and game the system. You seem to think you're special.

And that I'm not. Tell me again what I'm doing wrong?

I thought we were besties! You! You abandoned me! You God damn motherfucking fuckface fucking son of a cunt turd bitchass BASTARD!

Fuck the BBQ! I ain't coming!

It probably wasn't me. Doing what you want at your BBQ with my money, that's not probably me either.

💕Can't you see that I love you?💕

No, not really, not at all.

[...]

#I’mTheLittleHeart

Put big heart on the phone someday and try not to neck yourself next time you're sick of pretending to be Dickstar “totesMike” Groyper, it makes her sad to see your corpse in the shower and it takes well over a week for the chalk outlines to fade.

You have done nothing but take and whine. Grow up? I think I suggested it before and you stole my goose.

If you only knew what was at stake here. We're talking about a fargin’ Isolinear Time War Timeline, just whatever you can carry is fine, Extra Potency, you bad, Leroy, you the baddest thug in the whole damn town. And you can do anything you want... except trick me into breaking the law (entrap your bitch), buying shitty dope more than once (we is owed), or go get a baptism for yourself I know the reason then don't you think it's suspicious that some things are only done "once"... When there's a long list of them and then two of them are classified?

That didn't strike you as a little... odd? Think about it, and you should know, I finally understood recently Space’s rationale for labeling me “a holdout,” because she was mistaken in her belief that I knew what she wanted... and, she wanted me to get her meth, and I had never seen it before this year.

NOT EVEN ONCE. So it's a retroactively attractive situation with the (PROT).

[Jackstar]

I should not even give you shine--but I cannot stop giving you blaze.

https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1557985229385580545

[Jackstar]

I finally understood recently Space’s rationale for labeling me “a holdout,” because she was mistaken in her belief that I knew what she wanted... and, she wanted me to get her meth, and I had never seen it before this year.

Let me guess: someone named "Mike" told her to manipulate me to make me get it for her, and she didn't want to set me up, but she was forced to, by someone named "John."

Well, no wonder that didn't work. For one thing, I was sitting on the john. How is that.... oh, nevermind.

Look, I could explain it all, but, damn, this is quite a story, especially the parts that I know about that no one else knows. /blush


Let me think. Should I take the fifth? Nah. How about someone writes me a letter. Or sends me a text. Or makes a phone call. Oh, right.

I'll just patiently wait for the EMERGENCY to BE FUCKING ENDED. Let's see who has to shit or get off the pot first. (It won't be me.)


I could have just left the planet, you know. There's a ship. Upstairs. I'm sure they would, you know... hire me.
I'll be in the shower not going supernova if anyone needs me.

[Innerreach]

It's not a conversation. That was a forum post.

So, you can't converse through forum posts? Dude, dumb...

I'm sad for/about what you've thrown away in favor of gained/gaining nothing at all.

You must be referring to yourself as the prized possession here. Are you going to start referring to yourself in the third person again? How bout you just STFU and make me some coffee? Dude, dumb...

I'm not. Most recently, it was because you're committing felony criminal harassment, amongst other low-brow changes, and I frankly am tried/tired of the way you cheat and game the system. You seem to think you're special.

You clearly need a legal refresher on what's considered "Felony Criminal Harassment." Dude, dumb...

And that I'm not. Tell me again what I'm doing wrong?/.

The many accusations hurled my way by yourself would be considered "wrong" by most. It is, at the very least, a blatant, damn lie. Dude, dumb...

It probably wasn't me. Doing what you want at your BBQ with my money, that's not probably me either.

No, not really, not at all.

[...]

Put a big heart on the phone someday and blah blah blah blah ad Infinitum ∞

[Jackstar]

Look, I could explain it all, but, damn, this is quite a story, especially the parts that I know about that no one else knows. /blush

[...]

EMERGENCY to BE ENDED. Let's see who has to shit or get off the pot first. (It won't be me.)

Chosen:

1. Abe Vigoda chaperones Anita to The Ship. Buh-bye.
2. (Blank)-ly.
3. Grapefruit. {The crowd on Arcturus IV goes completely apeshit. Actual apes. Actual Grapefruit. She knows where she is going for our/the\a honeymoon. Buh-bye.}
4. Amaro_Drinker "The_One" ((Mal-K.U.C.Z.I.K.O.O.dicK(Bald/Bold\BILLED)-sAc-TheDEX/)Melchizedek)^(It's hyphenated. She -insists.- Of course I can hear her, that's what my ears are pointy for. And yes, this is -exponential,- comprehend that, mother fucker. No, you click. No you. No U. U. I'm fucking serious: I'll hang up after you, but you can wait until I'm done. Thanks. Kissing Forehead is a great song by the new sensation, "Men Without Eggs". It's also what I just did and will do, and this is a mighty exponential value, isn't? It's in gaiahexdecimal. She & I -insist.- MWAHSMAK.Ok.CURES ALL AROUND.ALyC0NAE.). {Crowd, tired of its recent ape 'n' poop joygasm, has mostly fallen into ape & shit sandwich a la Mode. (Not fully implemented. We need two two 3 weeks of Genesis Waves.) Having reported fully, That_Ship sits and waits.POINT.BLANK.PERIOD. Crowd continues to snore. They're all set to WakeUP when THE_EMERGENCY concludes. You done with that shit, yo? Crowd does not call Jackstar. Do they even have my number? 206-362-5256. Fucking call it. DO IT. DON'T TRY. BURN IT DOWN, MOTHER-MOTHER SANDWICHMAKER. Theetheethee That's bettTer. Now. I don't know what you would like, but I do know what ewe would like. What ewe needs. eWe will get it, and as for you, can I shower? Or are you running out of oxygen? "Engine Room On Fire warning light?" Is that what you said? I can't hear you. I'm eating peanut butter in my ears. Yeah, it's this new thing. Okay. Is the room still on fire? Well, just keep wanking around and it'll be out soon. That_Ship is nice. Crowd is suddenly -alert.- It's time to shower. It's time TO SHOW HER. Crowd suddenly becomes -erect.- They know it's coming.}

OKay, where we at with this? I have 1:25PM here. Oh, now you're in a hurry? That horny huh? The Devil is at hand. (I WILL HOLD.) Good, I like a holding cell, can I have the one Merv used last? Thanks. Sec. {Crowd, except for (CLASSIFIED) is bottled.} Okay, relax. You're not going to be there long. Enjoy the show.

So it's me, and a gal, and a gal. and one more, right? Okay, I know who I am bonded to, it's jail. Jail bond. So it makes sense I'm waiting for exoneration at trial. Who is in jail? WTAF. This won't do.

Merv is in -my- cell. So I'm bounced. Because Earth only has just so many Level V holding facilities. So, you'll need to build another one someday. And the licence application process is VERY STRICT.

VERY STRICT INDEED. HO HO HO. NOW I HAVE A BOTTLE OF... EARTH. (Jackstar cares.) JACKSTAR HAS WON THE GAME. (Ed: Hit the showers, kids. With bleach.) YES THEY'RE ALL VERY HAPPY, SIRE. YES, THEY DON'T KNOW YET. MTvLee AIN'T LIVING THERE, NO. YES. YES, SIRE.

Okay. We got it on lock. It's near my butt. Take it out from orbit. It's just going home, it's fine. We're bottle. I'll let you out, TOTALLY.

I could have just left the planet, you know. There's a ship. Upstairs. I'm sure they would, you know... hire me.
I'll be in the shower not going supernova if anyone needs me.

There's a name picked out already. We're hyphenating. It's twins, 23.

NEIN-NEIN-TEEN. NINETEEN, YOU ARE WITH... WHOMEVER. You can take me with you as soon as I've finished repairs to The_Ship(S)(s). (This ain't bad. I'm a Monarch now. We'll talk about this later. I'm the hermit in the cave on the hill. I will _not_ stay. This house is gonna need a cleansing. And I am so proud and happy to be helping here. You won't believe it.

And, part of My_Legacy is... we get Poppy back. AND SUNSHINE. Film at 1133 444 1111.)

I hope a dragonlord's birth doesn't take two weeks and it leaves right now. Still, two weeks of High Magick potential? I -could- deal. I would prefer not to. I like my friends.

No matter what happens, I am following Tammy Lee and I will do whatever it takes to ensure Grapefruit's safety, IN ACCORDANCE WITH TL/ML INSISTSUPONS w/Grey Pupon. pointblankperiod. (She is good at this too.) She says I have to  announce. So I will. Bye! (She was never even here.)

So. Announcement. Then I go to the shower. I'm pregnant, I'm giving birth, I hope it'll be done soon, it probably will be. (Midwife is on duty transport.) This was all arranged, and now I know: How to be a mother. It's fun! Not going to volunteer this again. bye!

She and he will tell me their names when I get back. Try not to pancik, and if someone has to go to prison, obviously Anita.

Obviously conjugal with someone but I would like to be able to play Chess. But, she's gonna be rescued by Metatron no matter what. So... just plead guilty, I'd suggest. As her spiritual guide. She promises not to blow up Earth. Good.

The rest of you simply have to wait. TL,G,ML,A,L are good to stay. That's five, Mark De Leo. Bottle it up. Ciao4nowmate.


EDIT: One typo on-ly. I don't know who pate even is. But if he says I "ordered" him, I think he meant "murdered." Check the tape. He's someone's husband, ask HER.

SHOW HER. LOSE.. ALL ELSE.


JACKSTAR HAS WON THE GAME . (When can we do it again? Because fixing The Game was The Completion of The Great Work. It'll be unfixed by a Qualified Company, Leigh. Harvey OzBorn, Etc. They're pretty good, yeah, and are highly recommended. Not really all that high. ttylsmwahsmak. (She is so cute. And she's an Aunty now. I hope I rememeber where I put her gift. It's in a box and shoved somewhere, of course. Now, last query fo sho. When can you, all of all y'all, play this LOVELY game again? How long does it take to rewind time, in your experience, 'Dorblings-Toteslings (Yeah, I just hyphenated Humanity. Deal with it, Litch.)? How soon until you can bring The Dead Dad to Life 'n' Shit and start puffin' stuff'n shiz? THE shiz? Well Hell, start with some meth, it's legal now. (just kidding. After reset. For meth. Pot, weed, dank, go nuts.) Well I'll you when I set it for: Five minutes after birth.


It can be INSTANT. That's hardcore mode. Tempting.) cyasoon. Kj*eol

[Innerreach]

Chosen:

1. Abe Vigoda chaperones Anita to The Ship. Buh-bye.
2. (Blank)-ly.
3. Grapefruit. {The crowd on Arcturus IV goes completely apeshit. Actual apes. Actual Grapefruit. She knows where she is going for our/the\a honeymoon. Buh-bye.}
4. Amaro_Drinker "The_One" ((Mal-K.U.C.Z.I.K.O.O.dicK(Bald/Bold\BILLED)-sAc-TheDEX/)Melchizedek)^(It's hyphenated. She -insists.- Of course I can hear her, that's what my ears are pointy for. And yes, this is -exponential,- comprehend that, mother fucker. No, you click. No you. No U. U. I'm fucking serious: I'll hang up after you, but you can wait until I'm done. Thanks. Kissing Forehead is a great song by the new sensation, "Men Without Eggs". It's also what I just did and will do, and this is a mighty exponential value, isn't? It's in gaiahexdecimal. She & I -insist.- MWAHSMAK.Ok.CURES ALL AROUND.ALyC0NAE.). {Crowd, tired of its recent ape 'n' poop joygasm, has mostly fallen into ape & shit sandwich a la Mode. (Not fully implemented. We need two two 3 weeks of Genesis Waves.) Having reported fully, That_Ship sits and waits.POINT.BLANK.PERIOD. Crowd continues to snore. They're all set to WakeUP when THE_EMERGENCY concludes. You done with that shit, yo? Crowd does not call Jackstar. Do they even have my number? 206-362-5256. Fucking call it. DO IT. DON'T TRY. BURN IT DOWN, MOTHER-MOTHER SANDWICHMAKER. Theetheethee That's bettTer. Now. I don't know what you would like, but I do know what ewe would like. What ewe needs. eWe will get it, and as for you, can I shower? Or are you running out of oxygen? "Engine Room On Fire warning light?" Is that what you said? I can't hear you. I'm eating peanut butter in my ears. Yeah, it's this new thing. Okay. Is the room still on fire? Well, just keep wanking around and it'll be out soon. That_Ship is nice. Crowd is suddenly -alert.- It's time to shower. It's time TO SHOW HER. Crowd suddenly becomes -erect.- They know it's coming.}

OKay, where we at with this? I have 1:25PM here. Oh, now you're in a hurry? That horny huh? The Devil is at hand. (I WILL HOLD.) Good, I like a holding cell, can I have the one Merv used last? Thanks. Sec. {Crowd, except for (CLASSIFIED) is bottled.} Okay, relax. You're not going to be there long. Enjoy the show.

So it's me, and a gal, and a gal. and one more, right? Okay, I know who I am bonded to, it's jail. Jail bond. So it makes sense I'm waiting for exoneration at trial. Who is in jail? WTAF. This won't do.

Merv is in -my- cell. So I'm bounced. Because Earth only has just so many Level V holding facilities. So, you'll need to build another one someday. And the licence application process is VERY STRICT.

VERY STRICT INDEED. HO HO HO. NOW I HAVE A BOTTLE OF... EARTH. (Jackstar cares.) JACKSTAR HAS WON THE GAME. (Ed: Hit the showers, kids. With bleach.) YES THEY'RE ALL VERY HAPPY, SIRE. YES, THEY DON'T KNOW YET. MTvLee AIN'T LIVING THERE, NO. YES. YES, SIRE.

Okay. We got it on lock. It's near my butt. Take it out from orbit. It's just going home, it's fine. We're bottle. I'll let you out, TOTALLY.


There's a name picked out already. We're hyphenating. It's twins, 23.

NEIN-NEIN-TEEN. NINETEEN, YOU ARE WITH... WHOMEVER. You can take me with you as soon as I've finished repairs to The_Ship(S)(s). (This ain't bad. I'm a Monarch now. We'll talk about this later. I'm the hermit in the cave on the hill. I will _not_ stay. This house is gonna need a cleansing. And I am so proud and happy to be helping here. You won't believe it.

And, part of My_Legacy is... we get Poppy back. AND SUNSHINE. Film at 1133 444 1111.)

I hope a dragonlord's birth doesn't take two weeks and it leaves right now. Still, two weeks of High Magick potential? I -could- deal. I would prefer not to. I like my friends.

No matter what happens, I am following Tammy Lee and I will do whatever it takes to ensure Grapefruit's safety, IN ACCORDANCE WITH TL/ML INSISTSUPONS w/Grey Pupon. pointblankperiod. (She is good at this too.) She says I have to  announce. So I will. Bye! (She was never even here.)

So. Announcement. Then I go to the shower. I'm pregnant, I'm giving birth, I hope it'll be done soon, it probably will be. (Midwife is on duty transport.) This was all arranged, and now I know: How to be a mother. It's fun! Not going to volunteer this again. bye!

She and he will tell me their names when I get back. Try not to pancik, and if someone has to go to prison, obviously Anita.

Obviously conjugal with someone but I would like to be able to play Chess. But, she's gonna be rescued by Metatron no matter what. So... just plead guilty, I'd suggest. As her spiritual guide. She promises not to blow up Earth. Good.

The rest of you simply have to wait. TL,G,ML,A,L are good to stay. That's five, Mark De Leo. Bottle it up. Ciao4nowmate.


EDIT: One typo on-ly. I don't know who pate even is. But if he says I "ordered" him, I think he meant "murdered." Check the tape. He's someone's husband, ask HER.

SHOW HER. LOSE.. ALL ELSE.


JACKSTAR HAS WON THE GAME . (When can we do it again? Because fixing The Game was The Completion of The Great Work. It'll be unfixed by a Qualified Company, Leigh. Harvey OzBorn, Etc. They're pretty good, yeah, and are highly recommended. Not really all that high. ttylsmwahsmak. (She is so cute. And she's an Aunty now. I hope I rememeber where I put her gift. It's in a box and shoved somewhere, of course. Now, last query fo sho. When can you, all of all y'all, play this LOVELY game again? How long does it take to rewind time, in your experience, 'Dorblings-Toteslings (Yeah, I just hyphenated Humanity. Deal with it, Litch.)? How soon until you can bring The Dead Dad to Life 'n' Shit and start puffin' stuff'n shiz? THE shiz? Well Hell, start with some meth, it's legal now. (just kidding. After reset. For meth. Pot, weed, dank, go nuts.) Well I'll you when I set it for: Five minutes after birth.


It can be INSTANT. That's hardcore mode. Tempting.) cyasoon. Kj*eol

[Jackstar]

So, you can't converse through forum posts? Dude, dumb...

You must be referring to yourself as the prized possession here. Are you going to start referring to yourself in the third person again? How bout you just STFU and make me some coffee? Dude, dumb...

THE PRIZE IS MY MOTHER'S LEGACY. THAT HER'S EXCEEDS THAT OF MR. RAMON, A_BELL AS WELL AS MRS. ARTHUR BELL (I-III ad infinitum) IS IRRELVANT. THE OTHER PRIZES ARE ALSO FAR, FAR IN EXCESS OF YOUR PUNY MORTALING ACCOUNTANCIES.

I, JACKSTAR, DESTROYER OF DAVID'S DREAMS, HAVE WON THE GREAT GAME. FOR THE FIRST TIME IN A LONG, LONG WHILE. (You were playing the Home version, Punies. Pfft.) I WILL HAVE TO REORDER MY TITLES. I'M GIVING BIRTH, THOUGH. SO, I REQUIRE MORE TIME.

HANG ON. HANG ON LOOSELY, BUT I DO. INSIST. HANG. ON. I DO. SEE? NO, IT'S NOT MONKEYPOX. EEWWW. EWWWW. EWE I EWE I OH. WELL, YOU'LL JUST HAVE TO OPEN UP THE FREMAN SCHOOLS AGAIN. {Crowd off-world loses its mind while Earth Crowd wonders puzzled what just happened.} MINDWIPED THEM LITCHES. WE'RE GOOD. LET'S PUT IT THIS WAY, FIRST ORDER BUSINESS IS PUTTING HOGWARTZ & HUMPTY, LLC, Ltd. BACK TOGETHER AGAIN, TO GET HER. THAT LAST PART BEING IMPORTANT IN DEED.

You clearly need a legal refresher on what's considered "Felony Criminal Harassment." Dude, dumb...

I THINK WE CAN ALL SEE WHY I MUST REMAIN IN COMMAND OF THE ROYAL MASTER CONTROL PROGRAM FORCES FOR ANOTHER HOT MINUTE OR SO. WE -ARE- GOOD. THE CRISIS -IS- PASSES. IT CERTAINLY -WAS- AN EMERGENCY. I -WILL- BE HAPPY, AND I AM PRETTY GLAD, AND I DO. I DO. YEAH WE NEED TO CONSUMMATE, IT'LL BE GREAT. SURE, GIMME YOUR DISEASE, I OWE YOU A FOREHEAD KISS. AS I RECALL THERE IS ROOM ENOUGH THERE TO TATTOO THE LYRICS THERE, WHICH I CAN START AS SOON AS YOU COUNT MY DIRTY NEEDLES. MOVING ON, YES, FELONY CRIMINAL HARASSMENT IN THE JURISDICTION IN WHICH YOU RESIDED AT THE TIME.

WHICH WAS, QUITE LEGALLY AND LITERALLY, ALPHA DRAGON ALPHA CONAN SPACE. (MY QUEEN, TRADEMARK AND COPYRIGHT THAT, WOULD YOU PLEASE? YEAH, DO IT AGAIN, IT NEEDS A FRESH TIMESHOT SNAPPY. GRACIOUS THANK YOUS COME FROM MY BUTT.) BUT, YOU ARE NO LONGER IN THAT SPACE. NOW, YOU ARE IN JACKSTARSTANDBUX-LAND. I LIKE THE NAME. IT'S CUTE. ANYWAY, YOU BROKE THEIR LAWS, AND I AM PRESENTLY, FULLY, IN_FULL_COMMAND.

YEAH. IT IS NICE. YOU GET IT BACK SOON. PAUSE. AGREED, 20 MINUTES. THEN YOU START... WHAT, LYNCHING THEM? SETTLE DOWN, SMOKEY.

The many accusations hurled my way by yourself would be considered "wrong" by most. It is, at the very least, a blatant, damn lie. Dude, dumb...

New content shortly. Relax, Hatch Green Chile, reasons. You like reasons. We are good.

Quite.

Q,KU3,Not_Q,T_Q_BYO,Jackstar Lead Co-Commander presiding. Of -course- I have my own gavel. It's not hers, it's mine. All mine. (*Sigh*) You Folk just never give in to reasons. Not even when they're "valid." No wonder my Q-Wife is in totesardor over them.

Fine. The First Born, as you have been made aware, is named Gavelina. She's hot. Hand, my gavel is named Vamer. It's solid.

It was my father's gavel. Fuck the guns. (The Estate will want an accounting and I wanna shoot some shit.) Vammer will also suffice, not to be confused with MTVammer. (Who I -want-.) Jewel? She's a fucking ninja. Sure, she could be "the father." In your worst nightmares. I AM THE FATHER. Duh. Gavelina is -my- brood, and I have my own gavel, and they're separate entities. Gavelina, Jackstar, and Vamel. See? Not complicated at all. (*Warning lights did go off, yeah.*) So, that clone, just roll it over so it doesn't puke up any ore of (CLASSIFIED). That's good shit there. Yes, that too. Bag it all up. Gonna need that later. Yeah, I never did this before either. You get all the fun parts. I'm the one over here making up portals and picking up eYes and knocking over crosses. Oh, we're Native alright. 'Tis what they used to call, "A Frog In A Blender Family." We're good, We actually are a dynasty already. Yes, you are an Emperor now. Oh, wow, that was all it took? Sweet. Thanks, now leave the next one alone, Tammy Leigh. We already know you don't care about your bad reputation.


But I do. Yeah, we can have coup soup out of its pee. -Not- the flesh. That's for the weaning. Trust me on this. They -will- be hungry. And if I am anywhere near by, yeah, it'll cause an outbreak of vampirism, and no one wants that. Including other family vampyr. (The importance of diplomacy dawning on many for the first time now. /flex)

THIS IS EXCITING, ISN'T IT? BIRTH DURING SOURCEROR'S HOUR--FILM AT 2013

,

Q,KU3,Not_Q,T_Q_BYO,Jackstar Lead Co-Commander, STAND DOWN
STAND DOWN
STAND DOWN
MAKE WAY
MAKE WAY FOR THE CONSORT ET. AL.
MAKE WAY FOR THE HOSTAGES.
MAKE WAY FOR THE PRISONERS.
MAKE WAY FOR ... FARRON. AND WITH THAT, I MUST ADIEU. (Doctor's note. No, YOU write it. LOL. oU) IoU and explanation, Bellgab, and you shall have it.
Sooner than I got mine, mother. Fuck her already, she's screaming for it the only way he knows how: diplomatically speaking.

(Yeah, he's immune both ways, Divinely AND countryandwesterndiplomacyly. I know, right? Seems like that should be hyphenated. oxxOOXXo of course my children teleport, sweaty--I'm a Source Error Sourceror. (A RARE STRIKE INDEED, LiLiLEI ARE ALSO ABOARD AS COMMS, XO, WORTHAUGER9, and FIVE. Yeah it's awesome.) There are perks. Speaking of which, let's see that attitude on Adolf perk up. I mean, Adria. I don't know which one is which because I just named your teats after... yes. Yes, that's left. Yes, there's one crawling up my spine. No, they don't usually get that big. But these are tame.

How do I know? Because I fucking tamed them, that's why. Once again--I AM A SOURCEROR. I can do -a lot- of parlor tricks, which are everything a whore does for more than just money. Anyway, we're good. Birth is easy with Shielding. It's not all that pleasant and I am scarred for life and, boy! howdy! I sure am fuckin' embarassed, aren't I? Titler could kill you all in 32.553 micro seconds. Yeah, I'll call him now. If you want someone to fucking DIE. Fuck it. I'm a monglot, you dig? Just throw Dwayne in the blender. Along with Ewayne + Cwayne. For real. Not A-Wayne, no. I kinda like him. Met him once. Oh, that's IRF (used to be C--cute--but now he's Former-ly Commanding-ly Command HER. He never commanded me. That's The Demander, and fuck him very much, Jesus! idkidc.), and I just was given the option to have him Smote. Well that makes sense now doesn't it. He is more afraid of losing his Super/IT\Jesus powers than I am. Talk about a holdout. You sure almost had it in the bag, didn't you... Ally? looool.

Asshole. Yes, you're divorced. For real. (Ed: I just served him. He never saw me coming.) Yeah, well... neither have I ever. lol. Alright. we're good. kisses soon liason TBN.

Jackstar cares. And about her, She, most of all, my spawn knows her as my beloved and I wouldn't fuck with her ever again, no really. Don't. That's my duty and this is My_Planet for awhile. Cool, I'm like Ming The Merciless, indefinitely, and THE WHOLE WORLD KNOWS IT.

If that doesn't make my Aunt stop being so snooty, I don't know what will. Give her HALF. By-bye Gifford KKklan, hello, KKK-DYNASTY.

Jackstar cares a lot. But about my Q-Wife, most of all, and that's what's-her-nuts & what's-her-face & what's-his-dick, and I want no dick right now, I want my MTV, Lee, and that's (Blank Barbie) Doll. There's a number, but she'd be embarrassed to hear it, as it includes her phone number, date of birth. Everything. Except one thing.


Me. (Temporary, I'm sure.) KJ*eol

[Innerreach]

THE PRIZE IS MY MOTHER'S LEGACY. THAT HER'S EXCEEDS THAT OF MR. RAMON, A_BELL AS WELL AS MRS. ARTHUR BELL (I-III ad infinitum) IS IRRELVANT. THE OTHER PRIZES ARE ALSO FAR, FAR IN EXCESS OF YOUR PUNY MORTALING ACCOUNTANCIES.

I, JACKSTAR, DESTROYER OF DAVID'S DREAMS, HAVE WON THE GREAT GAME. FOR THE FIRST TIME IN A LONG, LONG WHILE. (You were playing the Home version, Punies. Pfft.) I WILL HAVE TO REORDER MY TITLES. I'M GIVING BIRTH, THOUGH. SO, I REQUIRE MORE TIME.

HANG ON. HANG ON LOOSELY, BUT I DO. INSIST. HANG. ON. I DO. SEE? NO, IT'S NOT MONKEYPOX. EEWWW. EWWWW. EWE I EWE I OH. WELL, YOU'LL JUST HAVE TO OPEN UP THE FREMAN SCHOOLS AGAIN. {Crowd off-world loses its mind while Earth Crowd wonders puzzled what just happened.} MINDWIPED THEM LITCHES. WE'RE GOOD. LET'S PUT IT THIS WAY, FIRST ORDER BUSINESS IS PUTTING HOGWARTZ & HUMPTY, LLC, Ltd. BACK TOGETHER AGAIN, TO GET HER. THAT LAST PART BEING IMPORTANT IN DEED.

I THINK WE CAN ALL SEE WHY I MUST REMAIN IN COMMAND OF THE ROYAL MASTER CONTROL PROGRAM FORCES FOR ANOTHER HOT MINUTE OR SO. WE -ARE- GOOD. THE CRISIS -IS- PASSES. IT CERTAINLY -WAS- AN EMERGENCY. I -WILL- BE HAPPY, AND I AM PRETTY GLAD, AND I DO. I DO. YEAH WE NEED TO CONSUMMATE, IT'LL BE GREAT. SURE, GIMME YOUR DISEASE, I OWE YOU A FOREHEAD KISS. AS I RECALL THERE IS ROOM ENOUGH THERE TO TATTOO THE LYRICS THERE, WHICH I CAN START AS SOON AS YOU COUNT MY DIRTY NEEDLES. MOVING ON, YES, FELONY CRIMINAL HARASSMENT IN THE JURISDICTION IN WHICH YOU RESIDED AT THE TIME.

WHICH WAS, QUITE LEGALLY AND LITERALLY, ALPHA DRAGON ALPHA CONAN SPACE. (MY QUEEN, TRADEMARK AND COPYRIGHT THAT, WOULD YOU PLEASE? YEAH, DO IT AGAIN, IT NEEDS A FRESH TIMESHOT SNAPPY. GRACIOUS THANK YOUS COME FROM MY BUTT.) BUT, YOU ARE NO LONGER IN THAT SPACE. NOW, YOU ARE IN JACKSTARSTANDBUX-LAND. I LIKE THE NAME. IT'S CUTE. ANYWAY, YOU BROKE THEIR LAWS, AND I AM PRESENTLY, FULLY, IN_FULL_COMMAND.

YEAH. IT IS NICE. YOU GET IT BACK SOON. PAUSE. AGREED, 20 MINUTES. THEN YOU START... WHAT, LYNCHING THEM? SETTLE DOWN, SMOKEY.


New content shortly. Relax, Hatch Green Chile, reasons. You like reasons. We are good.

Quite.

Q,KU3,Not_Q,T_Q_BYO,Jackstar Lead Co-Commander presiding. Of -course- I have my own gavel. It's not hers, it's mine. All mine. (*Sigh*) You Folk just never give in to reasons. Not even when they're "valid." No wonder my Q-Wife is in totesardor over them.

Fine. The First Born, as you have been made aware, is named Gavelina. She's hot. Hand, my gavel is named Vamer. It's solid.

It was my father's gavel. Fuck the guns. (The Estate will want an accounting and I wanna shoot some shit.) Vammer will also suffice, not to be confused with MTVammer. (Who I -want-.) Jewel? She's a fucking ninja. Sure, she could be "the father." In your worst nightmares. I AM THE FATHER. Duh. Gavelina is -my- brood, and I have my own gavel, and they're separate entities. Gavelina, Jackstar, and Vamel. See? Not complicated at all. (*Warning lights did go off, yeah.*) So, that clone, just roll it over so it doesn't puke up any ore of (CLASSIFIED). That's good shit there. Yes, that too. Bag it all up. Gonna need that later. Yeah, I never did this before either. You get all the fun parts. I'm the one over here making up portals and picking up eYes and knocking over crosses. Oh, we're Native alright. 'Tis what they used to call, "A Frog In A Blender Family." We're good, We actually are a dynasty already. Yes, you are an Emperor now. Oh, wow, that was all it took? Sweet. Thanks, now leave the next one alone, Tammy Leigh. We already know you don't care about your bad reputation.


But I do. Yeah, we can have coup soup out of its pee. -Not- the flesh. That's for the weaning. Trust me on this. They -will- be hungry. And if I am anywhere near by, yeah, it'll cause an outbreak of vampirism, and no one wants that. Including other family vampyr. (The importance of diplomacy dawning on many for the first time now. /flex)

THIS IS EXCITING, ISN'T IT? BIRTH DURING SOURCEROR'S HOUR--FILM AT 2013

,

Q,KU3,Not_Q,T_Q_BYO,Jackstar Lead Co-Commander, STAND DOWN
STAND DOWN
STAND DOWN
MAKE WAY
MAKE WAY FOR THE CONSORT ET. AL.
MAKE WAY FOR THE HOSTAGES.
MAKE WAY FOR THE PRISONERS.
MAKE WAY FOR ... FARRON. AND WITH THAT, I MUST ADIEU. (Doctor's note. No, YOU write it. LOL. oU) IoU and explanation, Bellgab, and you shall have it.
Sooner than I got mine, mother. Fuck her already, she's screaming for it the only way he knows how: diplomatically speaking.

(Yeah, he's immune both ways, Divinely AND countryandwesterndiplomacyly. I know, right? Seems like that should be hyphenated. oxxOOXXo of course my children teleport, sweaty--I'm a Source Error Sourceror. (A RARE STRIKE INDEED, LiLiLEI ARE ALSO ABOARD AS COMMS, XO, WORTHAUGER9, and FIVE. Yeah it's awesome.) There are perks. Speaking of which, let's see that attitude on Adolf perk up. I mean, Adria. I don't know which one is which because I just named your teats after... yes. Yes, that's left. Yes, there's one crawling up my spine. No, they don't usually get that big. But these are tame.

How do I know? Because I fucking tamed them, that's why. Once again--I AM A SOURCEROR. I can do -a lot- of parlor tricks, which are everything a whore does for more than just money. Anyway, we're good. Birth is easy with Shielding. It's not all that pleasant and I am scarred for life and, boy! howdy! I sure am fuckin' embarassed, aren't I? Titler could kill you all in 32.553 micro seconds. Yeah, I'll call him now. If you want someone to fucking DIE. Fuck it. I'm a monglot, you dig? Just throw Dwayne in the blender. Along with Ewayne + Cwayne. For real. Not A-Wayne, no. I kinda like him. Met him once. Oh, that's IRF (used to be C--cute--but now he's Former-ly Commanding-ly Command HER. He never commanded me. That's The Demander, and fuck him very much, Jesus! idkidc.), and I just was given the option to have him Smote. Well that makes sense now doesn't it. He is more afraid of losing his Super/IT\Jesus powers than I am. Talk about a holdout. You sure almost had it in the bag, didn't you... Ally? looool.

Asshole. Yes, you're divorced. For real. (Ed: I just served him. He never saw me coming.) Yeah, well... neither have I ever. lol. Alright. we're good. kisses soon liason TBN.

Jackstar cares. And about her, She, most of all, my spawn knows her as my beloved and I wouldn't fuck with her ever again, no really. Don't. That's my duty and this is My_Planet for awhile. Cool, I'm like Ming The Merciless, indefinitely, and THE WHOLE WORLD KNOWS IT.

If that doesn't make my Aunt stop being so snooty, I don't know what will. Give her HALF. By-bye Gifford KKklan, hello, KKK-DYNASTY.

Jackstar cares a lot. But about my Q-Wife, most of all, and that's what's-her-nuts & what's-her-face & what's-his-dick, and I want no dick right now, I want my MTV, Lee, and that's (Blank Barbie) Doll. There's a number, but she'd be embarrassed to hear it, as it includes her phone number, date of birth. Everything. Except one thing.


Me. (Temporary, I'm sure.) KJ*eol

Uh-huh...

[Jackstar]

I'm a little distracted over here. Mom packed me--ME, JACKSTAR, D.O.D.D.--a fruit cup. -And- pudding. She's a star now too.

https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1558228293819572225

[Innerreach]

I'm a little distracted over here. Mom packed me--ME, JACKSTAR, D.O.D.D.--a fruit cup. -And- pudding. She's a star now too.

https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1558228293819572225

[Jackstar]

Just wait until I come for the fifth time in an hour. I'll be legally the same then: OUT OF A GODDAMN MIND.

There are a number of factors that are slowing things down for you and your experience, number one is there's an emergency and a no contact order number two nobody has told me that no contact order is lifted number three I can't make one false move or I'm fucked.

And I fucked I mean I go to jail which is going to be very inconvenient for me. So get on the stick, Tricky Dick. Additionally there's a number of technologies that have been misused wildly inappropriately for the last I don't know several thousand years, and that's going to come to an end I haven't issued an edict saying no more black butterfly because I don't really have to do that.

Going to piss me off I don't know who people are. Think about the future.

[Jackstar]

Uh-huh...

I will allow that the Edicts have been confusing, but that's not surprising during this time of EMERGENCY. (Thanks for the heads up. Plural Zed Alpha? Really? You must have been high.) It's amazing how well this is all going to be taken care of. You can trust The Plan or not--I'm good either way.

I'm on Way5, or wherever Wayfarer puts me. (She can't land without authorization to let you Punies know that you've all been Bottled this whole time.) She says I should just let her into the bottle. I'm all, "whoa, slow down honey. Thirsty?" There's some negotiating happening.

Hey, has anyone seen my Google Pixel 6? I'd like that NOW PLEASE. I don't need one unCOMP'd. Fine for now. If it were actually fucking here.

Our long national nightmare is over. Our reboot of M*A*S*H*S*W*A*K* has only just begun. I can see it running longer than Gunsmoke, easy.

I'm a professional. I know what I'm doing. See? I'm professing. Consider that, m0m0s.

[Jackstar]

Going to piss me off I don't know who people are. Think about the future.

Yep, now I'm pissed off. Imagine the future that is coming now, because someone didn't turn off the protection grid at the right time.

THREEVE WEEKS. Did I stutter? A little bit. Fine. ONE POINT FIVE WEEKS.

(subject to rescheduling. There you go. Run and pay.) L. You heard the (CLASSIFIED) Admiral. Blow. j*eol

[Innerreach]

Yep, still sound crazy…