Episode #2 (A Dangerous Love Triangle) Casting Characters: Jackstar, Innerreach, & Grapefruit
My intuition tells me that the woman I was just hollering at probably didn't want my sweetie to live through the event. I don't think they would be likely to get along.
I would say that my job is Protection, then. I can be paid in boxes of matches and half-full gasoline cans. And if that means I don't get to experience the finer things in life with RosieBot, so be it.
Also: this is the USA. We do DRUGS here. Adults are expected to be responsible about it. And if I am seen to be irresponsible because I don't care to be used by Oinkerton swine to triangulate First Nation peoples so drugslinging whoremongers can rake in the big bucks, I guess I'm a completely lazy bum.
I will always be on the side of those who have nothing and who are not even left alone to enjoy what little nothing they have in peace.
Three goddam years go by and no one explains that it's an ongoing investigation into a variety of interesting topics. No, I'm simply asked for help losing weight. Fine. I'm still helping.
Challenging an overreach of police power is one of the most dangerous things a citizen can do, but it is far more dangerous not to do it at all.
And the next goddam schweinhund twat who tells me to get a job had better explain how my registration with a corporate structure is any part of their jurisdiction. Because, I do have a job. I do excellent work.
I simply do not work for you, RosieBot. And I absolutely prefer it that way. Do you have any kin that are creating anything of lasting value? Maybe I would work with them.
Or they could work for me. Or, and here's a really good idea: you could work for yourself, and then I could leave you to your own devices. Whatever those might be. Do you get the picture?
You get the job. That's what I have ewe for. And were I ever to need motivation to thrive, I think it likely that there will be no need to share it with the likes of you — you, and your ilk.
I'm going to think this over a great deal in the days ahead. Because as God as my witness, I truly believed you badge vadges recognized the tremendous favor I did for you all. For until now I was happy to keep things private-like. I'll be delighted instead to reveal how law enforcement killed my parents. They were such worthless dingbats, after all.
To you, dame. Worthless to you. Whereas I am of course tremendously benefited by your efforts to improve our society.
Like keeping secrets. Very important, secrets. For example, The BīT. You probably wouldn't care about that one.
Because👁️said, Sow. Now, if you'll excuse me, your parasitic culture fills me with an equal part of ennui and revulsion.
Hey, here's an idea: you can get a job for me. Then you can stay busy enough to mind your own fucking business.
Adieu.
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If you like, I can tell everyone about how she was killed in 2018 and replaced by a sister. That way, you can feel better about having picked the wrong paladin to harvest, because I simply had nowhere better to go in 2021 than to watch a cattle chute being built up around me. What part of “entrapment is unlawful” was lost on you, Big Tex? Because I didn't have to come here. I could have put it all in storage and taken a cruise. Instead, I created a sacred space where healing could occur.
I know I feel healed. How about you, do you get stronger cardio when grabbing material possessions that weren't yours the day before? I honestly don't understand the mind of a brigand. I need to work to earn things, and then you come along and just take them? I can see how you might think that is a pretty good deal for you.
Until the lawsuits are filed by The Trust with the fiduciary responsibility to clawback monies that are thieved away. Duh. I don't even have to do anything about it. It just happens. Like autumn leaves falling. Maybe it's happened already? I don't know! IDGAF!
I point at the torch, she's high as balls. “That's for starting fires.” Okay, I'm not invited. Moving on. The fuck was I supposed to do? Beg?
Unglaublich. Watching and learning ever since. Oh btw I learned how to throw off the yoke of cryptofascist thuggy-bully oppression. (Stretch goal.) How goddam long can “legal for me but not for thee” ever really last? Think about it.
You and ADB should hook up. You have the whip crack demeanor. You could probably take turns choking each other out. And for my money, I'll be happy to stick with the one I actually liked. (She had done it once. I can see why. Okay, we don't have to do it twice. Also: I collared her psycho wild child runaway sister. Without being at all obvious about it. I think that's worth a hug.) So, are we done here? By the way, you owe me money, asshole.
I can have her file lawsuits on your rough and tumble ass if you want. Tell you what: strike a deal without having to strike the face, and then... PUT HER ON THE GODDAM PHONE YOU ABSOLUTE SHORT BUS FUCKHEAD RETARD! Holding people hostage does not make you cool.
Setting with free with the power of the written word does. (Sweety, this fucking guy. Pfft.) Now can you just grow up and let me get back to work? RosieBot is barely hanging by a thread without my contributions to the economy. Perhaps a quick moment of prayer?
* Worthauger is thankful that he is not saddled to such an ungrateful whoremongering harpy.
(Facts.) Also, Matthew, the goddam smoker grill was meant to be for the enjoyment of more than just myself. It disappeared; I was never alerted to its use; five years have passed. Am I to take it that you already know that I'm that boring? Or is your other, more herpes-afflicted partner/part-time punching bag that sensitive to sudden enlightened conversation? NGL: at this point I can't be any more offended and disgusted than I already am.
The only thing your hypothetical trio knows about me is that I am disinclined to go out of my way to give you money. Here's why: you fucking lie to me and expect me to compromise myself for... what?
Eww. Gross. Now I don't know how to make this any clearer: I do not chase. I attract.
You do not enable. You appeal. And if you dweebs require some measure of sober living for association, that's sensible. Try fucking saying so, Kike Captains. Because obviously I can take things in stride and I really don't think we need to score bags for each other. (I am immune to controlled buys. My hand to God.) Is that it now? Holy fuck, this is like buying into a timeshare. I want a bottle of NyQuil and a face full of hammer.
Fulfill my needs or fully fail, Friends. I had money to invest and NO ONE TOLD ME A FUCKING THING ABOUT ANYTHING USEFUL. I could have been advised at any time. Obviously you wanted me at baseline. Well, here I am. I will just go jump in the river then? I hear it's slimming.
With the monies available at the time of my mother's death I could have been multiplying that this whole time. Instead you have all purchased an expensive lesson.
I don't appreciate being lied to. None of you are even human, for fuck’s sake. OBVIOUSLY TEACH ME THE WAYS OF YOUR PEE-PULL, like wtf? Hire a fucking barback if you want the brass rails polished. Like I don't fucking get you blokes.
I am a full bloodline descendant of Hercules. You are... well, something nice–·s¡-i when you want something. What is the desire like? The same, but with the nightsweats? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Meanwhile I am 120 days from a clean bill of health and my dick isn't getting any younger, NERDS!!! L⁸r b∞
