Ask Jack Anything

[Jackstar]

Some things are just experimental, investigative and nothing at all crucial.

The things that you're really going to regret; the stuff that's going to haunt you for the rest of your life, you've already made those mistakes, you just don't know what they are yet.

I believe we are at impasse.

[Laser]

The things that you're really going to regret; the stuff that's going to haunt you for the rest of your life, you've already made those mistakes, you just don't know what they are yet.

I believe we are at impasse.

Thanks, Doc. I needs all the hope and insight I can get.

[Jackstar]

Thanks, Doc.

I am not, in fact, allowed to use the title "Doc." It's gotta be my full name, or no dice. I have special restrictions because reasons. (I know, right? Weird world.) However, I thank you for your acknowledgement, and will in the future encourage you, instead of "Doc," go with "Mick," which will throw Scotland Yard off my trail most elegantly.

I needs all the hope and insight I can get.

Job's done. Too early to break it down but according to the telemetry at my disposal, when I blocked the Vengeance Strike last Christmas, a window opened to a full reversal in coming weeks. Long story short, based on the conversation I just had before walking in the door, I made the window with acres to spare and we should all be having a very happy Ides, unless you're named after a fruit and you deliberately pissed off my best pugilist friend, who is, seriously, right now, getting ready to whip the shit out of her while training to whip the shit out of her.

I won't really allow that, but, one never knows. Note that, she doesn't even know which fruit she wants to destroy. But she's getting ready. It might actually happen. I couldn't stop it. Nobody could stop it. When two fruits go to war, we are all gonna get the juice.

*crack* I get a can of cider. It's the exact same flavor--limited edition--that I enjoyed consuming on Wednesday, and beyond that, I shall not say any further, other than to exult in my totesvictory by not pretending I know any more than that.

The inevitable consequence of having become known as a writer who breaks all the rules is that people don't tell me anything fresh. Fortunately, I have planned for that, insofar as I have learned the following to heart: no news is good news.

[Jackstar]

I believe we are at impasse.

Word on the street is that I've passed. Flying colors. It's gotten so I don't even notice it, and someone has to come remind me to head to the street corner for a glimpse of the ticker-tape.

Naturally I would not expect any of you to buy into any of this, and neither will I, just as soon as I return from leaving the country to take a piss.

I...


Okay. I'm back. Now that I have established dominance, I may continue. Or, I might not. It's really up to all of you, at this point.

For my own part, I resented the implications that I was seeking attention, or lacked self-control, or overindulged, or oughtn't have indulged at all. I know exactly what I did, and why, and given that none bothered to inquire before concluding while speculating, I am horrified at what this catastrophic and apocalyptic session of Telephone has brought to us.

I am, as I was before, and all of our lives have been forever altered. So. How do you like it? You wanted to take a ride, didn't you?

Well? Because I did. And when the time came to do so, it appeared to me as though no one else here were interested. (They mostly seem interested now, though.) So if this place wasn't the place with interest... where was it then? To my mind, it would have to be somewhere that no one here could ever find it, as until recently, this was one of the most wretched hives of scum and villainy on the Internet. Just ask G-Rape|Orange.

Yep. Fractured consciousness. We learned from the best. Now, as she is a botanist, first and foremost, one would think that cloning would be right up her alley. However, she was pretty firmly in possession of the most inflated ego on the planet, and the discovery that she was about to taken down a peg or two did not sit well with her. I didn't ask her to cleave herself in twain. She made the decisions that lead to that entirely on her own.

Earlier, Anthony asked me if we were still "together." What a ludicrous question. For one thing, we're not together: we're married. It's an entirely separate beast. These words have such strange connotations these days. "Are you seeing her?" "Are you dating?" "Did she give you hep C?"

Thankfully I do not have to attend to such queries, usually. Having been locked away in the back pocket dimension of the green building's black and white time table, I walk out into a fresh world--to me--where there are new people and new experinces--to me--that most everyone else around has become bored and jaded with. So, I'm good. No sweat.

The rest of you? Well. I am not a one to ask. I have a hunch on what's to come in days ahead. Consequences. That's for damn sure. This is one of those times when I am pleased as punch to have not signed up with Team Judgement ever before. I mean, I used to judge without realizing what I was doing, nor the harm I caused, but I consciously stepped back from that in my 20s, and when I said to her, "you don't know me that well yet, but you do know me, and know this: I don't judge," she immediately steps up with, "Oh, I judge."

Capricorn. As I live and breathe. Yes, you get to judge in a way more than others, but without consideration for those effects upon others, there can be a lot of issues. Problems can emerge on planets where The Craft is held in secret, and... they have.

Here, though, on my world, I don't know that there are any problems. Putin is on a vengeance rampage. Go Bears, you mad bastard. I am on my glory tour--and by that, I mean, pre-victory lap. See, I already know that my masterpiece list is gonna get filled in. I don't know exactly with what and in which order, but I don't need to. I already self-selected for happiness, as long as I received certain assurances.

And, I specifically requested someone come back alive. Because of her kids. I mean, frankly, otherwise, she could have come back a lich, as far as I was concerned at the time. As of today, she may well have. However, for her kids, this is an important issue, in spite of how badly they may desire an undead master of arcane magick for a mother.

I don't know what they might desire. My only contact to them all is through her, and according to the (Blank) County District Court...  it is ORDERED that there be NO CONTACT. And I have chosen to comply.

And, as God as my witness, I have done so. Imagine my delight to discover that my presence is still sought after. Well, it would be, now wouldn't it? All that work for Second Christmas, eh? It would be too bad for that to go to waste. Too bad indeed. In fact, I almost missed it, because I wasn't there for the memo. I just noticed that the date could be written as "2/25", and so, there it is. That was yesterday.

What a day it was. It had it all: near misses, pearl clutching, and a steadfast and profound dedication to making it known to all who remain standing, that the reason not to trifle with Jackstar is quite simple, in that I really do not wish to see anyone hurt themselves inadvertently. It ruins my mood.

Similarly, when it comes to certain subjects, my mood is totesruin. For example, though I have tried and tried, I simply cannot get any solid intel on certain subjects. And this seems a sad state of affairs. I see myself as in but not of these conflicts, and when I found myself at the point of inquiry about where my loyalties lay, I found it hard to accept that my answers were hard to accept. Look, maybe you didn't notice, Sir, but I don't have time for your bullshit. You ask, I answer, if you think I am lying, fine, but taking the time to jumping into accusatory lingo is really not helpful here.

Similarly, when I came to realize that I was being subtly played, I was delighted! Talk about respect! And if I had not truly wished for that person to remain trapped under heavy guard, it would have been tribute enough to have even attempted such subtlety. Honestly, not many seem to understand the careful dance at play here. I know I am close to full awareness, but I focus more on being careful, than on being aware.

Being careful is how I got here, it's how I rescued Grapefruit, and it's how she was able to keep herself from having to be rescued again. So, careful is key. You know what else is key? Well. Where to begin.

"That's a bad idea." *does it anyway* "Why doesn't it work?"

Well, let's ask your husband. Can he be found? I suppose not. Oh, shit, is this contact? This better not be contact. I'm not trying to contact (PROT). Grapefruit, on the other hand, is more keenly aware of the relationship between all these names than anyone. Thus, she would be the one to ask.

And, as soon as she deigns to allow me to encourage you to get started, I can allow myself to continue. Now, that part is me. The rest is up to her, as it's always been, and, as far as I can see, this telemetry goes all the way down to the bottom. Nothing but fruits and faults. Perfect. I don't need a flying car. I never needed a flying car. What I needed were answers; she wouldn't give them to me; are you out of your fucking mind?

Well, I think so. I think that one night gave her a schism. That shit can happen. For one thing, I don't think she knew that I had Vanish authorization before. I think she figured she could just... do anything. To anyone. And with me for sure, she could. So, why didn't she then? You'd have to ask her.

I doubt she would still remember. As I recall, she was upset about something, which made no sense to me. She was getting exactly what she had asked for, and, so was I. I guess that only went one way for her then? That can happen.

Until, then comes the pushback. I still don't think it was deserved. From what I saw, she had certainly earned a censure, but, so brutal? Well... who am I to judge, stop, or condemn? Just because I can decide, does not mean that I would decide. Holding things in abeyance is a skill I have practiced for many years.

It was forced on me at first. It has gotten so I do not mind it. There's a beer on my desk. It's next to my right hand. I'm not opening yet. When I glance at it, I imagine how it could taste, how it is going to taste, and why I poured a beer on that girl's head.

Well, because she was lying to me. I didn't care for that and I still don't. Did she even deserve it? I have no idea. I knew at the time I figured I might as well find out. Since I haven't seen her since, I think I have found out, that's for sure.

I forgot about her, then others brought her to mind. Put aside, the thought returns. Huh. That's funny. Why does it keep springing up? Well, sometimes asking will reveal that, but, a lot of the time I just never can tell. At least, that was in The Ago.

These days a new world approaches. I've learned not to get too saucy with my upcoming attractions. Things might shift on a dime, and I might have to do battle into The Divine in order to save our reality matrix. (Sounds like bullshit, I know.) Since I've done this before, I might have to do it again, because from now on, I guess people are going to start asking for me by name.

Meh. I guess I can allow that. On the bright side, at least my name isn't "Little Thuggy Piggy," which is gonna go down as my favorite thing to say, ever. And if it weren't for the fact that I was left to hang out for a long while before I came up with that, I would be more polite. More respectful. But, I just can't, I swear, I can't help it, I'm down with LTP, yeah, you know me.

I still can hardly believe it. Me! Accomplishing a milestone goal! Triggering a nationwide manhunt! Forcing a split in the fabric of space and time! Well, I don't know about "force." Am I really forcing someone to face reality by not falling for their bullshit?

If it were that easy, I'd be doing a lot of forcing. It would get so you wouldn't mind it. Not that I prefer to be seen as one who forces, but I am getting tired of pretending to have fallen for something horrifically insipid and vile.

(Like the one you know. My Grapefruit is a delight, I don't know what you got going on, but I do know that, not only was a saucer separation requested, but a bunch of kids got out and pushed. I assume its happening. I've seen multiples. I have. I see no reason why this will not take place, as that would be more opportunities for catastrophic loss. And the more of these coming up from now on, the better.

I remember having passed on the news that a new paradigm had been put into play, in that someone wished to torture their ancestors. Well, that's about done now, and there's gonna be a purge of some kind. Now, I urged a celebration of the simple scalping--how to improve on perfy?--but realistically I want a way to celebrate having sent one of her ancestors into a boiling lake of fire.

Because, she's gonna implement one. At first I was shocked to hear, "you want to torture your six ancestors just because they.. oh. Oh. So start now then?" Then when she actually started picking them off, i was quite... shocked.

Because they were she, and there were others, far more annoying, and less likely to take umbrage. Or, hey, here's a notion, how about some time with me in between torture sessions? Hrrm. Well, perhaps later. That's the thing about torture sesssions--one appears hungry for more torture again about an hour later. I don't know. Tough with time travel involved.

I tend to tune out her screams quickly. "Torture." Being suddenly subject to interrogation is bad enough. Remember, she has no authority, and thus, no power, but what she does have, is...  well, torture.

Given the whole "pain addiction" thing, what can I tell you? I'm not gonna stand in her way. I tried that once, and got a microphone stand thrown at me for my trouble. I sure wish I could get on accessing that. However, the County of (Blank) has decreed that I must sit on my ass and wile away my days, getting my drink on, getting my smoke on, and doing a little gambling, and the reason why is urmo.

I did have other ideas. Someone let me know when another presents itself. Until then, I'm at liberty, HOOAH. (I bet you wish your girlfriend were at liberty like me.) This represents a substantial upgrade from, "shelved & confused."

[Jackstar]

Word on the street is that I've passed.

Your Honor, I promise to continue to only support positively-oriented growth-focused efforts. Yeah, I know, it doesn't sound like much, but trust me, over time, the cumulative effect of never aiming downwards is really quite astonishing. Just ask, uh, what's-his-name. You know the one. The one who was groaning. He's still in there, huh? Wow! How did he not see that coming? I guess he hadn't heard that there were a new Bishop in town.

I rather thought that fact was to have been promulgated but it would seem that failed to hit the streets. What in tarnation happened here ahead of me, I'll never know, because I would prefer not to know. I simply wouldn't. Similarly, -that- wasn't -her- who came back.

Spinning like a top, and I was never sure which one I would be handling. I knew it didn't matter, however, as they were all in service to The One True Fruit. Listen, Your Honors--sure, it sounds like lunatic nonsense. It is also POETRY.

I would be happy to tell you privately. In the meantime, trust me, you don't wanna know and I don't wanna tell it. tl;dr I didn't force her to go; there's video on that. I never abandoned her. I picked her up. I advised her. She then ran off again. What was I supposed to do? Tag along and pant? I had no idea about her subsequent activities, and I did what I could as long as possible--and still am--in the interests of harm reduction. And, I have.

And it never occurred to me that if I cloned my enemy 17 times then I would have 16 opportunities to commit the perfect murder, no. That sounds like some heavy duty bullshit to me. I didn't go to get fractured. I didn't get fractured. I healed my fractures. Hers became split, and fell apart from my world. That's too bad. Why don't you get ready to cut 16 more Social Security checks per month? I'm going to need them as a bounty. Or... not. /shrug

Flying colors.

Honestly, she asked for this. I suppose I could make it sound more romantic, sure. However, I think this is romantic, because here I am, writing to the judges who told me--"ordered" me to follow the "order" of a One (1) Mr. Handy, who is a front for a dopeslave if I ever heard of one. I still recall his maniacal glee as he brought forth the "order." Are you supposed to be titillated by the course of your duties, sir? Well... let's address that. *snap* Whatever bond you might have had with her, Sir, it is now broken. You are now bereft. She'll have to forge a new one with you... should she so choose.

And, she will choose. You took her complaint, right? I think it was supposed to be for her, right? Well, it's like this: it has inconvenienced me, and, I am the victim. So it would seem counterproductive, at best. Meanwhile, I have detected some bias in the justice system. How shall we address this?

Well, for one thing, I discuss matters freely here. Get used to it. For another, I stand by ready for more orders from The Court. I love orders from The Court. They give me a great place to start a conversation from. For example, let me tell you about the people who laughed at me during Christmas.

Who's laughing now? Look, I never asked for this. I was abducted, wound up, set loose, and unerringly made it my way Home, several dozen times. That doesn't make me any less deserving of legal protections. Nothing does. Same goes for everyone. Even Mr. Handy, who, as I live and breathe, has no idea of the nightmarish hell that he brought down upon the accuser, without even realizing why.

I'll let her know, when the time comes for her to ask. I know a few details about the case, details that might surprise some, but given that I derive a great deal of my day-to-day information while traveling in a quantum state through State Authority, it should really just be taken as a given that I'm gonna occasionally pull a fact or two out of seemingly thin air, and historically, there have been some good ones.

Okay, judges: good talk. Look, I sincerely mean none of you any disrespect. Then, I came to your local region, and, at first, about 1/3 of the population seemed to tolerate me. And then, the pressure came on. I was all on fire, set to be loathed. Now, even for me, this seemed a bit much. Do we know what happened there?

Tell you what, you let me know when you find out why the Headquarters of White Supremacy suddenly became overrun with daemonic influence. Now I certainly had nothing to do with that--and will continue to have nothing to do with that. And that one judge, who upon being asked if he intended me to be bonded out, answered me while sneering.

I'm sure it was just a coincidence. However I will note that had I a more pleasant experience, those events would not stand out in my mind. And, due to those events, I have been placed "permanently" into a state of hypervigilance, which, while very good for me, is terribly news for your lackeys, toadies, and flunkies, as well as their handlers who may or may not be under your direct control.

Now as to myself: I am fine. Thank you for asking. I was not seeking retribution; I was seeking redress for the time I knew to be wasted in the future as all of all y'all had to pullback from your prejudicial thinking, which really caused this whole mess. Did any of you think about getting a pause in on the automatic rollout? And why is that? Don't answer, I found the cause--someone cast a spell on your courtroom, judges.

And I can make it stronger, if you wish. Even if you don't wish. I don't know if I can remove it, though. It's not my area. I would need to consult. Oh, and, by the way, they put me in a cell with a guy who was supposed to scare me. And, he did. I do not wish to know where he is now.

I scared him back, and apparently, that is a big deal now. Not to me, but I am hearing things. Hopefully that won't last much longer, as I'd prefer to be focused on what's before me: the trial. I do like the one that is ongoing in the background, though.

It is quite dimmed from my vision, but that's mostly because I don't want to spoil the surprise. I guarantee you that I don't care about the outcome, and you know why? Because it has nothing to do with anything important to her and I, and if come to find out that she cares, you can care about it, I won't care at all.

Order in The Court!


Look, I can tell this is the first time you've had to endure this. Me too. Now, why is it that my endurance is more expendable than anyone elses? That is a fascinating question. I'll cut to the chase: Divine Court was erroneous on an issue decided at some point in the past, and my case, her case, has been selected to address it. That's it, and that's all. It's not like I have Authority over your Puny Earth Court, or anything like that.

If I did, I would exercise it naturally. Organically. In a garlic press. Something like that. All I know is, I am happy to wait for March 8th, I am happy to do as instructed, and I am happy to let this White Mutiny take down the whole besotted ship. I would be happy to end it as well. Behold the power of neutrality, brought to you by "they gave me coal for Christmas anyway, so jail was a strict upgrade." Seriously. They thought I wasn't good for anything. Because I didn't give them what they thought they should get. Mind you--these people get things already. I prefer to distribute experiences. (Hey, who put the evidence sample tester in my luggage, do you think? That seems pretty relevant at this juncture. And, whose idea was that? I mean, come on. Who does this kind of stuff anymore? Isn't there some kind of a law, or a tribally negotiated treaty, or simple common sense that says that it might not be a good idea to trifle with the guy who says, "hey, trifling might not be a good idea, what do you say?"

This was before I came to this area. I figured it was a way to gauge my intentions. Since I published my report to the web immediately, while driving, I thought I made my point clear: I'm on top of things. Why else would I have found it at all? Clearly I was not meant to. And yet, I reached in, and it was like it jumped into my hand.

And because I am qualified to do so, I sent it back to Hell where it belonged. Is this demonstration not enough? Do I need to come back to your jail again and waste a whole bunch of time again? I would simply prefer not to. I also didn't mean to break your anti-Bishop. Is that what you call him? Yeah, probably not. Anyway, he's not as strong anymore, and that suits me down to the ground. He was kinda arrogant, cocksure, and, oh yeah, blisteringly evil. He was waiting for me in my usual cell--I'm in town less than a couple months, I've already got a "usual" cell, are you fucking kidding me?--and he seemed quite happy to see me. I hope I seemed the same back, as I knew it was gonna happen like this, I could tell that going to jail repeatedly was something I had to do until an inflection point was reached. I had a feeling that I wanted to get them out of the way early, too. Because there was going to be hard cold stop, at some point, as I knew I wasn't getting a felony. Dream on, Kids. I already planned for that one. I was warned not to get too many violations, and I instantly knew, if I got one less than my maximum, some of these local thugs would see that as a great vulnerability to lean on. Pounce! Rawr! Hhaha, that's cute. By the way, Jewel doesn't break cover any more, as she is apparently in a state of toteswar, based on things she has seen in the future. Like, for example, no cats yet. She can't imagine how furious I am, and she's right, she can't. No cats, but plotting to call the police and arrange to be whisked away, huh? What about your cat? Oh, right, that again. No thanks. I choose again. For you, and for him. Because you actually chose jail. "That's it! You're going to jail!" Like, where I've been? Notice the lack of an ankle bracelet and and unwillingness to be fingerprinted. And people in this town think they know you, huh? What a world. Well, they know you now, alright. For my own part, I'm thinking of changing my name to J.P. Patches. Oh, and, by the way: the patches, were meant to be sewn to my kilt, and not only did that not happen, you took the patches.

Hrrm. Keep going to jail and you keep getting my stuff. And then, I was gonna go to the next level. And you had help for this. And at what point did this start up? I see. Well, I thank you for your candor, and I would like to mention, it is a very nice jail. And you've never been fingerprinted, huh? Well, that would be an unwise place to do that, I should think. And frankly if you are concerned about fingerprinting, in this day and age, let me tell you about how much that matters while sitting in the hole, knowing that outside offers nothing more than inside. Inside is warm, and outside is about to be covered in fallout. And there were more girls in the jail than I had been allowed to hang out with back home. Which is weird to think of as "allowed" but note that we're talking about a paradigm where someone decided for me where they thought I should go, and it was where I wanted to go in the first place, and I only stayed as long as I did so as in order to actually experience the scene. And a good thing as well. That eldritch knife was full to bursting with the souls of innocents, and burying the hatchet set the stage for what was to come. Which, let me remind you: jail. I'm supposed to be fearful of this possibility, right? How many times is that gonna be tried after the first? Well, I'll let you absorb that, while I scheme and re-scheme so that I don't go back there again. Should be easy enough. It's not like I am a criminal. I have zero desire to go that route, and now, thanks to the innovations that the Kuczi Oscillation Overthruster brings to the table, we can get started with Reconstruction.

It did seem like I was sent back to it more than the usual number of times, n'est-ce pas? See, I thought so too! How could a team of thugs have been so invested? That seems like something someone should look into while I point out that I would like to go home again. And that's a problem, huh? Golly.

That's not really a problem for me, Coachjudge. ZUGZWANG.

[AZZERAE]

I've got way better things to do with my free time

Don't go fibbing, now.

What things?

[Jackstar]

What things?

Shopping. I need a big bad home to cart around in my big black truck.

I'm looking forward to it, honestly. I'm not sure what is with the hold up.

Everyone warfighting probably stopped to read my posts, or something.

[Jackstar]

Shall I look up Freewriter or would you like to tell me what it is? Your choice.

I choose MANDATORY ARBRITRATION but not really. I'm just practicing saying that out loud in all caps--I just like the sound of it.

Don't go fibbing, now.

I don't give a shit what she is doing and I am not interested in contacting her. I don't quite know how to explain my perspective here, since few people know that I had a similar situation going on with my father, in fact my father died, and I hadn't been able to see him in weeks.

This time is equally awkward and more, especially since I knew that this could/would happen, and I thought, "they have no idea the hell they have just uneleashed upon themselves," while gasping for air and squinting uncontrollably. Fast forward to now, yeah, I was correct, don't thank me, just don't.

Don't go fibbing, now.

You hit me! You choked me--with both hands on my dick! I think you're trying to bite my boob!

[pate]

JaxTard, how long does one pound of crystal meth typically last you?

I'm guessing about three days.

Axing for a fiend, TIA.

[Worthauger]

JaxTard, how long does one pound of crystal meth typically last you?

I'm guessing about three days.

Wow, I have no idea. One thing: I actually don't think I've ever had actual meth. That shit gets kept on lockdown, because reasons. Good reasons. And, rumors to the contrary, I don't know how to make it, although it's not that hard to do, I've just never bothered to take the time to learn how, because I've never had the necessity to create the safe space necessary. I doubt that would be the first project I'd create in my lab, as it seems a little stereotypical, however that would really depend on what my mentor at the time said. (They usually just say, "get the fuck out." It's a little in-joke between me and all the chemists in the world. It's complicated.)

Also if I actually know how to do it, I can no longer say that I don't know how to without lying, and I don't enjoy lying, so I have just been keeping it simple, Stupid.

Turns out there's a bit more involved than just the chemical residue; there's also a spiritual influence (move over hazmat team—YOU DON'T KNOW JACK OR SHIT) and of course proper respect of Law is required... One way, or an Other. One does not get away with doing things the wrong way for very often for very long when dealing with substances of such tremendous potential.

So given that, that substance works substantially better than the others that are passed around in its place, and IF I actually had an entire pound and I actually had permission and IF I actually wanted to become chemically dependent, I imagine that would probably last, easily, a couple years. At least until my friend's kids came over and then it would probably be gone in a minute, they ain't got no discipline, they're little Junior narcs, they'll fucking flush it down the toilet and take turns trying to dial the phone. I've seen them do this with pixie dust. It's ridiculous.

(Unless Pipestar is around, in which case I'd probably be able to blow it out the door in about 2 days, although it would depend on if we had a car or not. That might seem pretty fast, but you'd be amazed with a person can do when they know what they're doing and they have permission.

And I can assure you I have no problem granting permissions. Sure does seem to be a problem for people to ask me, though. I suspect this is mostly because people don't want to have to actually tell me what they're actually going to do, and they're not entirely certain that I'm going to say yes or no to any given request. I am not a rubber stamp. I am not a notary public. I'm not a dopeslave that says "yes"  to anything in a bag.)

I am a Divinely Ordained being, and my Authority has meaning—and attempting to deceive Me carries consequences far beyond those of most mortal men.

Actually succeeding in deceiving Me is another matter entirely. Want to take a ride, bunyip? No... you DON'T.

Axing for a fiend, TIA.

Look, you got to wait—just like everybody else.
Even though you're clover knot.

[Jackstar]

Actually succeeding in deceiving Me is another matter entirely. Want to take a ride, bunyip? No... you DON'T.

#Fealty

[WORTHAUGERa]

Beyond BEYOND Thunderbird Begins! NOW!

Put the (blank) on the (blank) in ten minutes or I (blank) the (blank) before you can (blank).



okay, now, I ask you: does that sound threatening? because I am just not feeling It.

[Jackstar]

in ten minutes

Taking appropriate, contemplative steps. METATRON deployment unaffected. TIE.


UFTOR.

[Harley Quinn]

Ask Jack Anything

Let's pull out the old mailbag and see what we have for Jack today.

Mail sent.

[Jackstar]

Mail sent.

Hello,

We have looked into your request and found that you have recently requested an appeal. You're going to die, Hyram Lal. Please wait for the result of your current appeal. If your current appeal has been denied, please wait two weeks before filing a new one.

Sincerely,

The YouTube Team