But you don't have his kidney.
In the video, we see a remaining kidney. The kidney expresses a lack. This lack is caused by
THE KIDNEY HAVING TO WORK DOUBLE OVERTIME.You know what really chaps my ass?
NO YOU DON'T. So, I'll
tell you. G-ddam. All these chumps I run into on the daily, sneering down their fuckin' noses at me because they imagine--IMAGINE--that I don't have a "job." That I don't "work." Hey, fuck you,
Buddies--I work my goddam
ass off every fuckin'
day.
BELIEVE IT.That being said, I knocked off early today. I've really been been putting the knows to the grindstone. The wheels grind slowly...
YET, THEY GRIND TO DUST.Well, when you find yourself in the new paradigm, you'll probably find that it was you gaslighting others the entire time.
That's where you're wrong, Kiddo. Just because I left all those red SOLO cups of s********* n***** napalm (Sourcery + Alchemy is legit teck, my B.I.C.) openly lying around, starting from the tender age of FIVE, consecrating at FIFTEEN, and had planned to stay until FIFTY-FIVE (it's true what they say, one can't go home again... hey, wait, how much to buy it back?), doesn't mean I was in favor of A BUNCH OF G-DDAM STRANGERS waltzing into MY OWN G-DDAM HOUSE and running roughshod over the whole goddam
city.
This is why,
one doesn't piss off the Leprechaun People. I am
not kidding. Someone pissed off
the wrong dude. Thank God, it was not me! (Hi! /huggles) I might be the only one even tangentially involved that didn't act like an adolescent fuck-up at every given opportunity; and as opportunities are fucked up by bratty little snots, the bleating of the sheople
multiplies. I'm still hearing echoes from other timestreams while I'm falling asleeep. "Jack! Jack! What... what
happened?" I don't know
what happened, I'll tell ya. But I'll tell you this: Someone
really found out what
true vengeance looks like.
And, that someone was Me. I didn't ask for
this. I didn't ask for
any of this. I do, I must say, get a helluva kick out of being a Sourceror. I mean, no lie: it's A Great Gig. Work.
Whatevah.
You can thank me later.
I'll thank you now, provided we can reach the Steel Beach. Otherwise: no sail.