I have no wish explain... how I saved my friend, other than to say that I didn't have to rewind time, sell out to Jews, or let me friend’s mother feel like she had failed. I'm guessing that she was brainwashed into whining to my mother about the money that her whore of a daughter thought that she needed. She didn't. She simply felt taken advantage of. Because she had been.
Well, that happens. What also happens is that people experience unexpected consequences for lying to me. However... she was working, and she literally couldn't tell me the truth, because, she would have been killed.
And she didn't know anyway. So, no need to be hating... and now, I don't know how much of that she's aware of, but, she's not living in a crippled meatsuit about to be sacrificed, and... two other dingbats who deserved that kind of thing way more, had to, I guess, take her place? Interpretation of telemetry becomes difficult at this point.
Because I can see how it was completely inconceivable that I would have been about to do anything about it... so why bother to acknowledge that I was the primary victim? After all, I was just an anchor baby. I didn't even deserve to be there. And my father, wow, what a schlub. He sure pissed everyone off.
Or... did he? I have no idea. And out of respect for everyone... I have chosen to not inquire further. I can guess it was, like: pretty bad.
And now that everyone is closer to fine (don't traffick minor children, IDGAF how much you hated the father, I guarantee you, another Inigo Montoya situation can really ruin your whole lifetime of plans), and no one really knows anything, now is a perfect time to... pretend to have a brain tumor! Again!
I didn't want revenge. I didn't want taboo sex. I wanted ANSWERS. Well, I have them. And I, for one... am glad that I can easily not explain how it all happened.
It's super embarrassing. Especially the way I handed everyone their own lunch back to them after showing them how to eat it and filling up their own hat with my own shat if it out.
I know that sounds crude and uncivilized. Good. The real story is even rise, and I don't want these people to obsess over it. A lot of police officers commit suicide, I've read.
And I can see why: it's a great way to spy on your daughter before telling her, “hey btw sweety, we're oinkers, we don't actually die if we're on duty... we got a system, us Lions. It's a secret. So stop secretly hiring Polish massage therapist. I saw you. While I was a ghost. You get it? I'm your father, and I'm immortal, and... no, you can't buy life insurance on me. But I can but it on you.
Because reasons.” okay, its not like that at all. Anymore. And it never was. Allegedly. I didn't know what it was like, and it is not my intention to cause there to be more depressed police.
How were they supposed to know that suicide was a bad idea when it came to travelling through time? All they had to do was... oh, never mind. That part is actually a secret. Also I know nothing of what they were doing when they decided they were in charge of who got real drugs, and who didn't. Maybe they became M.D.s when they came back from Heaven? Who am I to say? I'm just a patsy⁷s anchor baby. What do I even know at all, besides my civil rights?
And how to not betray my country after becoming addicted to Magick Fentanyl, but that's a really niche, edge-case scenario, and really only made a difference while the country was being attacked... by, like... soccer moms selling dime bags, or whatever it was. I forget.
It's probably just something I made up for attention, right? Oh, totally. I'm happy to not fill in the blanks. Because I am really embarrassed.
For them. Who? Well, MENSA, for starters. How smart could they be? Pfft.
Maybe it's a secret. Oh yeah, and about that: I'm a Level Zero Deputy Secrets Paladin. It means I decide what has to be secret, and what the Chinese already know, so, like... why bother? Oh, right.
Can't be letting wimmins and the darkies know too much, right bros? They come before plowshares, right? RITE.
Stop panicking. You're all gonna be okay. You already are okay. And Masonic Security remains unbreakable.
So: don't sacrifice it to Jews again. Or whatever it was. Obviously not that. That was a joke. I thought it was funny.
Like, your little handshakes. That's funny. Uhm... Yeah, for sure. Gotta make sure someone can be trusted. Because... Business is serious, and Sirius is business. Okay, good talk.
I am not a threat unless you're gonna rather be dead then embarrassed, and I have no wish to breed your daughters. Until they want one, and people tell her “no.” At that point, she becomes eligible for magick Hungarian triplets! Maybe. I don't know. I'm still thinking this over.
tl:dr; no sense of humor, but, you know what's best for me and you and everyone, huh? Wow, what do the Knights of Columbus know then? Like, the same things, but without being effective?
NGL: IDGAF. Namastμ
