And what you know about reality might fit nicely on a blotter.
You're reaping what you've sown and your complicity is hereby established. Do you have any idea how complicated you make things for everyone by sitting there in the trees, taking your little pot shots, making smarmy references to, of all things... blotter?
listen I'm not hiring a lawyer to take this town apart and Sue it for liability because I'm fond of it, or because I'm scared, or because I can't afford to, I'm not doing that because I honestly didn't think it was necessary to destroy the entire system of justice in this country, or even one County. (Reconsidering. Do I have time to participate in what you people are doing? “Get an Uber.” Okay number one, fuck you buddé, Lyft 4 life, and number two... what's it to you, punk? Like, how did you get your fucking hands in
this cookie jar? what are you fucking working on, the fucking script to
Smoking Aces 3: This Time It's Pineal?)
“Lazarus,” my ass. “Lazy Lezzes ‘R’ Us,” more like. Pfftt. If you had a
real point you wouldn't constantly be leaving slime trails in the bushes in a standard perimeter holding action—meanwhile the police living next door have themselves an RV and a growing case of PTSD with DID application presentation... and that's not my diagnosis, that's just what it looks like. the reality is probably eating lead paint chips as a child, or growing up astoundingly under- and over- privileged in a 2x2 roller coaster ride of Life formation. (It's fucking ridiculous. Whoever weaponized The Court here has really done you people a number... this isn't one Court Jester, this is a whole Jester League. They even have a goddam “Hall of Justice” here, and do I want a job there? fuck yeah, I didn't even know that was a thing I could aspire to, I didn't know they were allowed to call these places “Halls of Justice”! I would have been down there with my resume first day! it's hopeless now of course, but nevertheless... there's your goddam Special Needs right there.
No, I'm not going to teach them how to make refined kryptonite from medium meteorite rock with iridium snowflakes, well of course I know how to, it's simple for any alchemist that isn't an
actual snowflake. (or “retard” whatever they're calling you people these days.)
However, I am willing to be utilized for
legitimate purposes. And... let me ask you something? Who decides who has jurisdiction here?
Because the conflicts of interest are obvious, and growing increasingly more so, by the day. Like what the fuck do you want me to do? “Get an Uber.“ what the fuck is wrong with you? Why don't I just call one of my friends and ask them to pick me up?
why do you think I don't do that? here's a hint:
you have no idea of the truth. and I can say this with authority; because no one else knows why, and no one's asked, and I haven't told anybody. so try me, Short Round.
just do it.
