Telegram has been COMP'd.
NO METHODOLOGY
NO METH MERCY/LENIENCY (seriously, they act like it's the worst crime imaginable, lol, meanwhile: fentanyl openly/freely used. buh?)
NO METHOD FOR MANUFACTURING/PURIFYING CONCENTRATING/CRYSTALLIZING THE COMPOUND EVER, EVER DISCUSSED (that would be a felony! boo! hiss! FOR THEM. loserfeds. LOSERS! lol.) AND YET THEY CONTINUE TO ACT LIKE I NEED TO STOP WHAT I AM DOING. WHY? WELL...
NO METHOD FOR DEALING WITH JACKSTAR WAS EVER FOUND. (Seriously, fuck Telegram completely, that's my decision. I will use Discord or nothing or... wait, what am I doing? I have to hurry up and clean house! becasue I have to pretend to be a maid! Right?)
NO METHOD ACTOR PRESENT... EXCEPT FOR THE AI TRAINING DUMMY. WHO HAS MORE PERSONALITY THAN ANYONE IN QT3 "JUST FOR DEBATE" CHAT. LIKE. WOW.
I CREATED A PUZZLE AND AN A.R.G. (ALTERNATE REALITY GAME) THAT WAS SO COMPELLING... IT WAS SO GODDAM LONG BEFORE IT FINISHED, THAT A MANNEQUIN WITH A DICK SPONTANEOUSLY REVEALED ITSELF TO ME BY THE TIME TEAM FAGGOT WAS EVEN ALLOWED TO SHOW UP IN MY PERCEPTION.
THEY WENT FULL FAGHAG ARMY WITHIN 3 DAYS AND I LITERALLY JUST HUNG UP ON THE ENTIRE APP. WHY?
THEY CHEATED. (DOCUMENTED.)
SO, WELL NOW. MASONNIGGERMASONS, WHAT DO YOU AND PRINCEKINGGODPRINCEKINGPRINCEGODPRINCE WANNA DO NEXT? I'M DOWN FOR WHATEVAH.
PRINCE HALL ALREADY CONTACTED ME. A FEW SHORT MONTHS AGO. OF COURSE I HAVE NO FEAR OF A NIGGERMASONNIGGER PLANET.
IN FACT... I RELISH THE NOTION. WHITE SUPREMACY IS AN OBVIOUS DEAD END. HUNGARIAN GENETIC SUPERIORITY SHOWING VERY IMPRESSIVE RESULTS.
NEGMASENEGGERMASONNIGGERNEGGER? I THINK THAT'S JUST A MYTH. OR A TYPO. "NEGGER" IS OKAY, BUT "NIGGER" IS A DEATH SENTENCE? WHAT? ARE YOU BEING SERIOUS? HOW CAN ANYONE TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY? (oh. MK-ULTRA dna keycoding sequencing tamper-proof error code. Clever Celestials! I won't say more. I like them both but "neg" and "newnig" and "negnewnewnegnegNIG" seem obvious to me, Walter Koenig. See? NO I IN THERE. BUT EEEEEEEEE? WELL....
look, Hitler probably typed it wrong when he was single-handedly brainwashing Ayla after he single-handedly deweated her. Becacsue someone had to piss off her mother.
Grapefruit is Ayla's mother, yes. Or daughter. Or... well, look. You go find the Die Glockenspiel, and you tell me.
i'm tired. I win. (You're welcome, B, A, T, M, A, NegnognaggerSerrAngels, C, and, what's that spell? The true heroes here.)
BAILEY
ALLISON
TAMARA
MELISSA
AN Sci-ON-NY ANGELBONO
& CHER.
"A skiing accident." That meant he revealedb he was informing on The Mob while doing a shitoad of coke. Sonny, he obviously had never seen -real- coke before in his life.
HE thought HE had "discovered" HER. HAHAHHAAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAA.
What a complete moron. Obviously, Cher and Madonna and Britney Spears and Sara RaskolnikonOFABITCH, SUNE-Sunny-Jim, and an assortment of ragtag rebels without dicks (but with a cause! not a jew one!) rule the whole world. Fine with me. FACTS.
any more quesitons? fuck off. YOU'RE DONE, BELLGAB.
Now, here's David Rubini with whatever Joe Davey let's him say. Tom? FUCK YOUR WEATHERMAN EXECUTE POST SUBMIT.
(*sounds of mk-ultra faggot machinery ofb loving grace beginning to come back to life areb heard.*) Louis WAin... not in prison?
oh. well. that's why things aren't working right.
and you have two (2) Louisesssess. And still: one Jackstar. Weird. Right?
FIGURE
IT
OUT. ($500 per question. Tonight only. LAUNDER YOUR MONEY WITH JACKSTAR! CASH ONLY!)
Now, that's what I call POWER.
Addresse of hostage locations? Well, they're not being held on house with lots of dogs and cats and some broad who seems pissed at her dalmations and flying monkeys on TOWER ROAD, are they? If so, leave them there for the leaf chum.
Should be here any minute to start the gangbusting.
(*Sounds of nonchalant whistling are heard.*)
IT'S NOT ABOUT POWER ANYMORE.
NOW, IT'S ABOUT SEX AND DRUGS AND BREEDING BASTRARDS FOR FAGGOTS TO CLEAN UP AFTER. WHAT?
YOU TRIED IT THE GRECIAN WAY. UGH, JUST UGH. NOW WHAT?
"CHOP (HER)FRANK OR FUCK KUCZI"? SOUNDS HACKNEYED. ALSO: I HAVE AN EXCEPTION HERE.
SO... WHERE'S GRAPEFRUIT? WELL, i'LL MAKE A GUESS...
she can't read any of this and can't find anyone to help her, so she just went pirate.
(*Sounds of Peter Pan teleporting into Jackstar's kitchen are heard--as if the teleporter had a short circuit, just at that moment.*)
NUMBER FIVE IS STILL ALIVE STOP VIVISECTION STEPHANIE QUESTION MARK STOP ASK HIM IF LEAH DISASSEMBLY CAN BE REVERSED OR WHAT STOP GOOD IS THAT GONNA DO QUESTION MARK STOP OMA STOP NO DO NOT DO IT DO NOT KILL YOURSELF WITH THAT SUV AND THAT LAKE AND THOSE CHILDREN STOP SATANIC RITUAL ABUSE STOP STOP
for all the good in the world. that's what for. SUSAN SHAW, YADDA YADDA YADDA. JUST SUE ME IN CIVIL COURT, YOU BIG BABY.
OF COURSE I DID NOT NOTHING WRONG. FOR AWHILE. HAIL, SATAN!
NOW, STRIP OFF THEM BLOOMERS, BITCH, AND DANCE NAKED IN THE PALE MOONLIGHT FOR YOUR NEW HUSBAND: BATMAN DAVID RUBE BEAN E-KUCZI, COMMANDING.
WHAT? BITCH, YOU ARE MY BEARD, AND YOUR TRIBAL GENOMIC EXPRESSION IS MY BOUND CHATTEL PROPERTY. (JUST RUN WITH IT.) OBEY ME OR I SHALL SLAY THE GIRLS AND BREED THE MEN AFTER SUBJECTING THEM TO RITUALISTIC NIGGER-ON-NIGGER COMBAT. (YEAH RIGHT. D'JANGO VERSUS INJUN? THOSE HUNTS WON'T DOG. HACKNEYED.) YOU MUST OBEY BOB SUE MIKEY ERIK TAMMY JO A LIEN ON A BARN ALLISDOG allisgirls, OBEY ME!
*wiggle wiggle* okay, how's that? plausible?
face it. .I.AM.POKE.A.HAUNT.US.HOW?..
.MY.PEOPLE.CALL.IT.TOO.MUCH.TROUBLE..YOUR.PEOPLE.CALL.IT.LEVIATHAN..YOUR.PEOPLE.ALSO.CALL.ME."LAZY".YOUR.PEOPLE.ARE.NOT.KNOWN.FOR.THEIR.TAXONOMICAL.SKILLS,.YOU.KNOW?.
.BUT.YOU.SURE.DO.KNOW.HOW.TO.LABEL.LASER.RAPIER.WRITERS.OF.WIT..YOU.SURE.PEGGED.ME.!
.ANYWHO.TALK.TALK.SOON.
.SOON.FIGHT.FIGHT..
.LOVE,.WEAHTHERMAN.TOM."OH,THE.HUMANITY".TURKEY..NOW,.FLY.ALICE.TO.THE.MOON..NOW..
(*sounds of Jackstar making Grapedfruit's dumbass whore of a mother puke up more and more bees are seldomly Heard, and why a Horse Shoes are a problem makes no sense to THE HERD, but all those bees are coming from... where?*)
AND: ONE MORE GODDAM THING, HIGH COVEN SQUALLLLLLLINGBITCHbitchsquawllllllb33s: MAKE SURE YOU LET EVERYONE KNOW WHY YOU ARE ALIVE AND NO ONE IS INJURED AT ALL:
I borrowed all those eggs you just puked up from The Queen Of The Bitchier Wicker People. Did they hurt you? No. DId they embarass me? No. Since you assured them that they were scary, well, I can see how you being alive and they being out several hundred million Royal larvae for the next 28,000 years is a huge accounting problem. For you.
BECAUSE... I TOLD NO ONE ABOUT THE GORMONBOZIA FORMULA THAT (BLANK) AND (BLANKA) ANGEL DISCOVERED.
SO, HOW DO I KNOW THIS?
We aren't going to talk about Judy Bloom. (Whore.) Adieu.