★Gab: ENDGAME

[Lazarus]

Your vampiric ways are trite and boorish.

Likewise, your boorish ways are trite and vampiric.

Pffft

[Jackstar]

Likewise, your boorish ways are trite and vampiric.

Pffft

Who am I being vampiric upon? For that matter, who are you, other than a person with a fabulous Friday night plan for themselves?

[AZZERAE]

Who am I being vampiric upon?

There's too many individuals on the list to sit through.

[AZZERAE]

who are you, other than a person with a fabulous Friday night plan for themselves?

Said from the mouth of one of the 3 infamous meth heads of the BellGabsphere.

[AZZERAE]

...

You're like, so cool with your crystal meth, bro. Very 'Breaking Bad' indeed. That's why your Friday night plans to get "blasted" are so far superior to this fine gentleman above. Him reading and posting on my website is so lame compared to you smoking drugs. You're like the coolest guy in the club. With the dark glasses and the bloody shins.

[Jackstar]

You're like, so cool with your crystal meth, bro.

You're thinking of your business partner, Rubini. That's yours, Schizo.

[Jackstar]

There's too many individuals on the list to sit through.

You're insane, and delusionally so.

[AZZERAE]

You're insane, and delusionally so.

Is this really the best you can do? And with so much potential rattling around in that big bald head of yours.

[AZZERAE]

your business partner [is] Rubini.

PROVE IT.

[AZZERAE]

Schizo.

That's low. And I'm not the one hearing voices anymore, Jack. Thanks to Seroquel. Tell me. What's the noise like in your head these days?

[Jackstar]

I'm not the one hearing voices anymore, Jack. Thanks to Seroquel.

So, you can no longer hear the voice of your conscience, thus enabling all manner of vile, beastly behaviours without a second thought, and--you're addicted to hearing the voices of other people on their debriefs. Podcasts. Whatevah.

Tell me. What's the noise like in your head these days?

Sirens: a billion teeming Chinawomen screaming for my seamen. I would prefer not to quell the swell of serotonin that I am dealing with--it's a perfectly fine amount for a Man of my social stature, charismatic grace, and unvaccinated cyber-profile.


You just jelly. You're the worst secretary ever: you're fired. Pack your shit and hit the bricks, Pal, because you are going out... to Party. Ex parte, mother fucker click

[Jackstar]

So, you can no longer hear the voice of your conscience, thus enabling all manner of vile, beastly behaviours without a second thought, and--you're addicted to hearing the voices of other people on their debriefs. Podcasts. Whatevah.


Sirens: a billion teeming Chinawomen screaming for my seamen. I would prefer not to quell the swell of serotonin that I am dealing with--it's a perfectly fine amount for a Man of my social stature, charismatic grace, and unvaccinated cyber-profile.


You just jelly. You're the worst secretary ever: you're fired. Pack your shit and hit the bricks, Pal, because you are going out... to Party. Ex parte, mother fucker click

LET'S DO THE TIME WARP AGAIN. —M.Giga©️k®️ëpêfrüït, .esQ

[Jackstar]

I merely founded an embassy after negotiating with extraterrestrials, with whom I conducted diplomatic peace talks all on my own without any supervision or involvement by any body of government and/or agency.

I must admit that this was unforeseen. However, I had plenty of time to explore the hobbies available to me while you industry titans got your collective shit together. For a year. Over a year. Do you think they'll be ready for trial yet? I don't think it has much to do with any of us anymore... it's not like they don't have what they need on you sorry lot.

Destroying *Gab was never my intent. The fact that it would appear that your lives and livelihoods are hanging in the balance, well.. I don't know what you've done. Clearly something. I am frankly glad I'm not in charge of defending any of you. Seems like it would be a lot of thankless work, as it looks like everyone who comes under your power winds up at loss while you continue to do... whatevah.

I don't know whose idea it was to let it get this far along, but I blame The Superior Court of Cowlitz County. What a bunch of d-bags, seriously. If something impressive doesn't happen next week, I'm gonna take steps. Do you hear me? I'm gonna take steps.

My endgame is strong.

[Jackstar]

My endgame is strong.

I don't shelter you from the Law. I shelter myself from the Law --lawfully, just as a doctor or an attorney or a counselor or a chiropractor who really likes coaching girls' sports has shelters of legal protection, because people are asshole and operate in predatory teams every damn day of my life -- without having to rat people out. Just so we're clear on that.

No, I don't think David raped (PROT). Or, in fact, anyone.

I don't know what he did. {Not my area of concern, and I'm kinda biased against nosferatu who crave Hungarian flesh. I only met one, don't know how to find any more.}

But he does.


*click*

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