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maddogofshimano · 4 years ago

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Goromi Event: The Butterfly Who Dances in the Night

Alright lets kick off this blog with my translation of rggo’s Goromi Event: A butterfly that dances in the night!

As a disclaimer: I have studied japanese for coming up on 3 years now, but I’m not a professional translator and I’m nowhere near fluent! There will definitely be mistakes, but it should be mostly correct thanks to a lot of time on jisho and trawling through japanese explanations of kansai-ben. I originally posted this on the Minnesota Fats Clan discord, but I’m going to clean it up a bit here.

By the way, it’s really funny seeing Goromi next to these anime girl hostesses for the event page.

Summary: This is the setup to the Goromi encounter in Majima Everywhere, it’s how Goromi gets herself hired at club SHINE. It was a scratcher event so players had to gather as many scratchers as they could to redeem for prizes. Nishida had no idea that any of this was going to happen, and the entire plan was to get Kiryu so mad that he’d attack. Kiryu going on a date with Goromi was never even considered.

<2005...> <Kiryu has returned to Kamurocho after his jail time for killing Dojima> <Majima Family Office> Majima Family Goon: Fuwaaaa~ I'm tired. ...Hey, Nishida. Nishida: What's up? Goon: The boss has been in that room for a while now, what's he doing? Nishida: You're right... Nope, I don't know what he's up to. Goon: Usually he's on a rampage outside when he’s got any free time... Do you think he's watching porn? <Majima exits his office> Majima: Oi! Let's head out!! Both: H-HUH? <Name shifts to Goromi from now on> Goromi: Call a cab. We're going to pink street's club SHINE Both: ... Goromi: ... Both: ... Goromi: ... Both: ... Goromi: Say somethin' ya idiots!!! Both: I'm sorry!!! We'll prepare right away!!! <in the taxi> Goromi: ... Goon: ...Oi, Nishida Nishida: What's up. Goon: What is the boss doing? Nishida: I wish I knew... Goon: Man, even you don't know... Nishida: I hate... that I absolutely don't know what's going on Goromi: What are you two blabbin' about? Goon: S-Sorry!! We just kinda don't know what we're doing on this job... Goon: ...Wait, I got it now Nishida. This is "Waiting for penetration". I've heard about it before (TL note: yep that is also a euphemism for sex in japanese) Nishida: Waiting for... penetration?! Goon: Mhm, our boss is setting themself up as the "boke". They're overcome with a craving to be the boke in a comedy bit! (TL note: I am so in the weeds here but I think I got it) Nishida: I don't think that's it... Goon: I gotta be right! Surely their kansai blood is calling out to them! Goon: Well... we gotta answer to their bit! Nishida: I-I see...! <arrive at pink street> Goon: All right, let's do it Nishida! Nishida: Ehhhhh... Goon: W-wait up boss!! I want to know what you’ve done with your look!! Nishida: We should go all the way with it and shave your beard~~!! Goon: Aha, ahahaha!! Nishida: Ha, hahaha! Goon: I'm sorry boss, but your boke bit is the best- <get's taken out in one hit> Goromi: What the hell's so funny? Nishida: W-wait- <also gets knocked out> Goromi: Laughin' at a woman's appearance... You better apologize to Goromi! Nishida: G-Goro... mi? Goromi: Yep. Right now I ain't Majima Goro. I'm a butterfly dancing in the night. The name's Goromi. Ya better remember it. <Club Shine Backroom> Manager: Now... you're having an interview soon right? I hope she's good. Employee: B-Boss, I'm afraid we’ll be doing the interview right now. Manager: Ah, good good. Bring her in. Goromi: Thank you for inviting me. Manager: Who?? Goromi: Who my ass! I'm Goromi, and I'm gonna be takin' care of this store from here on. Manager: W-wait a minute... Goromi: What? Manager: Nonononono, you, you look like a man! Goromi: Is that some kinda problem? Manager: Oh, I guess I can't say anything... Wait, nononono, I'm not going to let you overrule me! Manager: B-bad, bad bad bad. No, you can't be hired! Please take your things and leave! Goromi: What the hell are ya saying? You're gonna throw away a priceless jewel like this? Manager: Surely you must understand. Maybe if your face was shaved or... Manager: No, nonono, it's not just about appearance. Working here requires that and skill, service, politeness, all of those are required! Manager: You don't even know the right way to sit!! Some clumsy, vulgar bowlegged person can't work here. No chance! Goromi: So if I meet all your standards, I'll get to work here. Manager: Ye- W-Well, you do have a tattoo... Goromi: I didn't see nothin' about tattoos bein' banned here. Manager: W-well that's... Goromi: That seems to be my answer. Manager: Nonono! That's not for you to decide! Manager: (But I'm also getting cornered... Think, I have to think of something!) Manager: (...That's it! I found it! A weakness I can use while still being respectable.) Manager: Goromi-san... do you know what the most important thing in a cabaret is? Goromi: Ah? What is it? Manager: It's that the customers can relax! This should be a place where they can relax even more than their own homes. Manager: That's our policy Goromi-san, so, I won't be able to hire you. Goromi: What the hell? Manager: You have a smell on you... the smell... of blood! Manager: Have you been in a lot of carnage? You can't hide that smell Manager: Being assaulted by such a smell... I'm unable to relax! Manager: That's our policy... So! I can't hire you! Goromi: If I could scrub that out, then you'd hire me? Manager: Ehh? Ehhhhhh... to get rid of that... well... Goromi: Is that perfume right there? Gimme just a little. Manager: Th-this perfume?? W-Well, no way, it's...extremely valuable! Manager: P-Plus... you can only get it from scratchers. So I can't give it to you! Goromi: Huh, guess I'll do that then. Manager: Eh? Goromi: The only reason ya won't hire me is my smell, and I can fix that with perfume. Goromi: I can get that perfume right there if I can get enough scratchers. Goromi: So I'll go get that scratcher perfume and come talk to ya again. Goromi: Then everything's roses and Goromi gets hired. That about right? Manager: Y-Yes... Goromi: Yes! You just wait here a sec. Manager: What a powerful woman... <scratcher event runs> <back at SHINE> Nishida and Goon: ................. Manager: ............ Goromi: What? Don't ya wanna tell me how I smell? Manager: ......Y-Yeah... It's like being in a flower garden. Goromi: So you're sayin' I don't reek of blood anymore? Manager: R-Right... Goromi: So then... Goromi got the job? Manager: Yeaaah... I look forward to working with you... Nishida: Um, I'm really sorry about my boss... We'll make up for any inconvenience... Manager: Thank you for your concern... Goon: Anyways, boss, you never did tell us why you became a cabaret girl...? Nishida: I also don't know why... Goon: To think I have to listen to you... Nishida: This is no good...! I'm going to be beaten again...! (tl note: it was really hard to tell who was talking to who here, so sorry if it’s confusing) Goromi: What a mess. Oi, Nishida! Nishida: Y-Yes? Goromi: Contact Kiryu-chan for me. Tell him that Goromi is waiting for him~ ❤️ Nishida: Eh? Kiryu-san...? Goromi: Obviously! This is all to get Kiryu-chan angry! Goon: ...How do you mean? Goromi: Gahhh! You really are an imbecile! Goromi: How? I wanna fight Kiryu-chan. Kiryu-chan don't feel like fightin' me. Goromi: Therefore, there's no choice but to change his mind. Basically I gotta get him riled up! Goromi: He comes to have a fun time at a cabaret club and ends up with a beard and an eyepatch- Goromi: It'll make Kiryu-chan'll get so mad! That'll be a fight! Bam! It's a perfect strategy! Everyone: .............. Everyone: I see...!

Here’s a little bonus content: during the event Goromi took over as shopkeeper and running the gatcha rolls

She would also comment on what you did

#yakuza #ryu ga gotoku #rggo #ryu ga gotoku online #Majima #Goromi #Nishida

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kharonion · 3 years ago

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"Kiss me and/or shut up." ??? Mayhaps? :3

Ah, thank, Blitz! 🖤

This just screamed Esper/Hancock, so, enjoy some of this Chaos Couple!

He’s fuming. She can tell; his angry mumbles and mutters are always what give him away. That and his pacing, a cigarette quickly fizzling down between his lips.

“Fuckin’ Marowski,” Hancock growls to no one in particular. Esper sits on a couch with overlapped legs and a half-full glass of rum in hand. Frankly, he’s driving her mad; he’s about to burn a damn trail into the office’s hardwood floor. A few times, she’s tried to give him nonverbal cues to just sit down and breathe, but clearly, they haven’t worked.

So, instead, Esper sets her drink down and stands. Just as he’s about to start on his next tirade about this situation he had zero control over, she blocks his path and places a finger to his lips.

“John, dove, could you… do me a favor?” Hancock looks down at her with a bemused gaze, but he slightly nods. Esper smirks. “Kiss me and shut up.”

That gets his lips to turn up in that devious way he’s known for, and he slowly takes Esper’s wrist in a hand to ease it away. His face shifts from aggravated to soft, and he leans in closer until he does as ordered with a chuckle.

“Demanding, aren’t we?” he whispers against her lips. He kisses her again--Esper makes a point to deepen it and silence him--and when they break for air, Hancock snickers, “Well… think I’ve forgotten what I was blabbin’ about.”

“Good. Now, sit. Relax.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Request a drabble!

#.asks #drabble asks #oc: esper burke #fallout hancock #x: the one i'm looking for #tumblr drabs #khar writes

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zoegmiller · 6 years ago

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Have you read My Lesbian Experience with Loneliness?

i have, it’s a huge favorite of mine! i was pretty nuts about it when it was getting scanned, and was basically rereading the whole thing a couple times as each chapter came out. it’s with some pride i say that it pretty much always shows up in the “suggested purchases” with my novel :3

uhhhh, also i took a pause in the middle of writing this to reread it all again so i could pull some choice captions like:

i was impressed with how specific yet universal it was. i didn’t have much in common in her upbringing or mood or how her specific paraphilias and stuff manifested, but i found it so deeply relatable–though, like she says in the book, i’m the exact same sort of “i want to know everyone’s secrets” kinda person, so she had me on that account. i could read people’s autobiographical manga confessionals every day of the week o_o

probably like everyone, i did really hook into the “eternal adolescence,” question at the center of it. “when am i going to be a grown-up?” is pretty universal w/ millennials (and as one of the oldest kinds of millennials, i guess i got an extra-strong first dose), so in a way… well, i’ve always found it comforting to read really sad shit when i’m sad, but it’s not usually been my experience that the sad-stuff is so tuned to such a fine point:

finally, another gay, underachieving sad girl with obsessions about self-harm. just like me!

and it’s auto-bio in a way that stuff that ends up translated and over here seems like it never is (especially coming from women). it ain’t pretty. she talks about her eating disorder and her bald spot.

and i can imagine how simultaneously energizing/ennervating that is. shit i get stressed out when i say i wore a top with a hole in a bad place online and don’t even try to talk to me after i accidentally almost got off the elevator thinking we’d gotten to the first floor butactuallywewerejuststoppingonANOTHERFLOORONTHEWAYDOWNAND–

so even though i had difference expressions of anxiety and grief than she did, i gained a lot from it. and the whole book is wrapped in this evocative metaphorical sense where–i guess if you’re a particular sort of sad, gay, emotionally-isolated artist type, whether you’ve had a lot of sex or no sex, you can’t NOT jump up and be like “yeah, that! that’s the thing i want!” whether it be:

or:

and it’s good to be reminded of that, when you’re quietly sinking into one of those “nothing in my life has ever meant anything, here’s how i can abstract anyway everything i’ve done or had done to me” fogs, like the one i’ve kind of just barely not-entirely been skirting lately.

not to be a downer or nothin’ : *something* today, and that’s the best i can ask for on this bitch of an earth!

plus i got to remember this situation, which she probably didn’t INTEND as hot but damn if she can stop my guts from THINKING it is! :3 :3 :3 :3

i’ve often sorta wondered how many dorky queers now use this book as a rosetta stone or somethin’ in therapy (tho if anything it’s more of a shibboleth). i know i did (and how! by which i mean “frequently and to the point of error”) and i’ve been referring to it again anew, now that the sequel is out :3 which is apparently a multi-volume production?? :o feeling totally #blessed that there’s a second volume of My Solo Exchange diary coming out, even if it’s not coming out immediately, as i’d prefer it to!

ahhhh maybe if it takes its time coming out i’ll have enough time to write a review of the first volume ;-;-;-;-;

i could probably type about this forever! and i would, if i didn’t have something pulling me away from the computer at a minute! but thanks for the question! :D :D :D :D i’m always up for blabbin about my faves (and i hooked up a new twitter banner out of the deal)

bon(e)us content:

#self-harm #sad #depresso #zoeblog #i wanna *grips fist* fuck the... yaoi hole...

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thelastspeecher · 7 years ago

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Stan-at-Home - Chapter 5: Responsibility; Recovery

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 AO3

It’s finally here! The next chapter of “Stan-at-Home”, my fic that takes place in an AU where Stan is a stay-at-home dad. And as I was writing this chapter, I decided that, even with these super-long chapters, I can’t tell the story I want to tell in just six of them. So as of right now, this fic will have seven chapters. We’ll see if I write too much and I increase it to eight. Anyways, in this chapter, Ford gets high, there are multiple surprise visits, and brain surgery has side effects. Enjoy.

“Ugh.” Ford groaned without realizing what he was groaning about. He was in a room, somewhere. His surroundings were blurry, so he didn’t have his glasses on.

And…I’m not wearing underwear. Ford groaned again. What happened? Where am I? There was rustling to his left. He winced as someone carefully slid something onto his face. The room became clear. My glasses. Okay then.

“Howdy there, sleepin’ beauty,” a voice said quietly. Ford turned his head carefully. He frowned at the woman sitting by his bed. She looked familiar, but he couldn’t quite place her. “Stan actually just left to go pick up the kids.” She cocked her head. “Everything all right, Stanford? Doc said the surgery went well.”

“Angie!” Ford burst out suddenly. Angie jumped, startled.

“What?” she asked.

“Nothing, I just- I remembered who you were,” Ford mumbled. Angie raised an eyebrow in amusement.

“Ya forgot me, huh? At least ya figured it out.” She leaned forward and adjusted one of Ford’s pillows. The paperback novel that was sitting on her lap slid off. “Oh, shoot,” she said in a good-natured tone, picking the book up again. Ford looked at it with interest.

“Is that a Star Trek novel?”

“Hmm? Oh, yes,” Angie replied.

“I didn’t take you for a Trekkie,” Ford remarked. Angie chuckled.

“Don’t think ya can call me that. I only ever seen a few episodes of the show. Mostly just read the books.”

“Why?”

“My older brother, Harper, he works in movie special effects. I like them sci-fi things, mostly ‘cause of the biological implications of ‘em. But I can’t watch a good old-fashioned space shootout without hearin’ Harper’s voice in the back of my mind, blabbin’ on and on ‘bout how they did it.”

“He works in Hollywood?” Ford asked, surprised.

“Yep.”

“Did he help with anything I might have seen?”

“Oh, definitely,” Angie said, grinning. “Ya ever heard of Indiana Jones?”

“No. There’s no possible way that your older brother worked on Raiders of the Lost Ark,” Ford said immediately.

“He did. His name’s in the credits. Harper pointed it out to me.”

“But that’s- your brother worked on a Spielberg film?”

“Yep. Got headhunted to work on the next one, too.”

“Holy-” Ford shook his head. “That’s incredible. Why did Fiddleford never tell me?” The lighthearted smile on Angie’s face slipped away. “…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought it up.”

“No, it’s- it’s fine, Stanford,” Angie said in a falsely cheery voice. She bit her lip and looked down at her lap, carefully smoothing the fabric of her purple skirt. Ford rubbed his eyes. The room was fuzzy again, but this time not in sight. Rather, it was fuzzy in feeling. He could have sworn his body was lighter than usual, and a question he’d wanted to ask for two weeks suddenly didn’t seem inappropriate.

“I’ve been wondering,” Ford said. “Back when we met with Dr. Carmichael the first time, Stan said something.” Angie frowned.

“He was fairly quiet, though.”

“True. But when she asked him if he had any sons, he said ‘Not right now’.” Ford looked at Angie. “Are you going to have any sons?”

“Is this yer way of askin’ me if I’m pregnant?” Angie asked. “‘Cause I ain’t. Not that it’s really yer business, anyways.”

“No, I wasn’t talking about right now. I mean, in the future, will you?”

“Whether or not I have a son is a bit out of my control,” Angie said. “I know Stan would like one. He’s got grand ideas ‘bout baseball and other stereotypical father-son things. Which is, frankly, ridiculous. There’s a 50% chance that if we did have a son, he’d be more McGucket than Pines, and wouldn’t be a fan of baseball and grillin’ and whatever dads do with sons in movies.”

“You’re dancing around the topic,” Ford said. “I can tell because I do the same thing.”

“Fine, I suppose I’ll tell ya what Stan ‘n I have planned, even though ya don’t need to know,” Angie said shortly.

She didn’t need to be rude about it.

“We’re plannin’ on at least one more kid. Not fer a couple years, though. We want the girls to be in kindergarten before they get a lil sibling. And if that goes well, havin’ a fourth, when the third one is ‘bout two or three.” Angie idly picked at her nails. “It’s a couple more kids ‘n I planned on, but Stan loves bein’ a dad so much. And I love havin’ a big fam’ly.” She rolled her eyes. “And even though the girls were a bit rough on me fer the nine months they lived in me, it wasn’t as bad as I was worried it’d be.”

“Yes, so, what is it like to be pregnant?” Ford asked. Angie eyed him.

“Them drugs are somethin’ else, huh.”

“I do feel a bit strange,” Ford conceded. “You didn’t answer my question, though.” He paused. “But maybe you did. If you’re willing to go through it two more times, it can’t be that bad.”

“Oh, darlin’,” Angie said, shaking her head. “Spoken like someone who won’t ever have to worry ‘bout bein’ pregnant. It ain’t no walk in the park. I mean, I couldn’t exactly take walks in the park when my feet swelled up.”

“Really. What else did the pregnancy do to your body?” Ford asked. Angie looked at him, perplexed.

“Stanford, yer my brother-in-law, yes. But that don’t really give ya authority to know my medical history.”

“We’re family,” Ford cajoled, the words slurring together. Angie adjusted his pillows again. “You can tell me.”

“I can, but I won’t. Anyways, seems like yer ‘bout to pass out. Get yer rest, Stanford. If yer still curious ‘bout pregnancy when ya wake up, I’ll fetch the books Stan was given by my older brother.” She stroked his head. “Sleep well.”

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“Annnnd…done,” Stan said as he wrapped a hair tie around a clump of dark brown curls. “You’re all ready to go, kiddo.” Daisy, who had sat patiently on the floor while Stan braided her hair, jumped up eagerly. She kissed him on the cheek.

“Thank you, Daddy!”

“You got it, sweetie,” Stan replied, poking her nose. Daisy giggled and ran off to play building blocks with Danny and Tate. Stan leaned back on the couch with a sigh. “Ford, those pain meds kickin’ in yet?” he asked idly. There was no response. “Stanford?” Stan looked over. Ford was sitting at the kitchen table, staring intently at a blue sippy cup in front of him. He reached out a hand to touch the cup, seemingly engrossed by the cartoon characters decorating the sides. Stan raised an eyebrow. “Uh, Ford, that’s Danny’s drink, y’know. If ya want juice, you need to get your own cup.”

“Mm,” Ford mumbled, not looking away from the cup, which was half-full of apple juice from breakfast. When Ford didn’t say anything, Stan prompted him.

“Do you want juice, Ford?” After a moment, Ford shook his head slowly. “All right. If ya do, lemme know.” The phone rang. Stan stood up, groaning quietly. He walked over and picked up the phone. “This is Stan speakin’.”

“Stanley, did Stanford ever get ahold of you?” Ma Pines asked abruptly. Stan blinked, startled.

“Uh, yeah, Mom. He’s actually gonna be stayin’ with me for a bit.”

“Okay, good. He called me to get your number, but never followed up. And you never called to tell me anything about him, either. I got worried!”

“Sorry ‘bout that,” Stan mumbled. He cleared his throat. “Actually, uh, I was about to call ya.”

“Don’t lie to your mother.”

“No, I really was!” Stan protested. Danny looked up from her blocks to stare at him. Stan winced, suddenly realizing how juvenile he had just sounded.

And in front of my kids and nephew…oops.

“What would make you suddenly wanna pick up a phone to call me?” Ma Pines demanded. Stan rubbed the back of his neck and turned away from his daughter’s judgmental gaze.

“My, um, my wife said I should,” Stan muttered.

“Your what?”

“My wife. Her- her name’s Angie.”

“You got married?! When did that happen?”

“1978,” Stan replied quietly. There was a pause. “Uh, Mom?”

“You got married four years ago and didn’t tell your mother?!”

“…Yes, ma’am.”

“You didn’t invite me!”

“I didn’t want Pops to see the invitation and come,” Stan said quickly. “So I told Angie that you, uh, you weren’t around.”

“‘Weren’t around’? Stanley Pines, did you kill me off?” Ma Pines asked, in a low tone that suggested she was barely keeping her anger under control.

“…Yeah,” Stan said reluctantly. “And, uh, also my- my last name isn’t Pines anymore. I took Angie’s last name,” he added quickly.

“Huh.” That last tidbit of information seemed to take Ma Pines by surprise, calming her anger for the moment. “Well, that’s certainly something.”

“The reason behind it is…complicated. But Angie had no clue you were around, or she woulda called you by now. She- she wanted me to say that. She even wrote it down so I wouldn’t forget.”

“Hmm.”

“I think you’d like her. Angie’s, uh, her family calls her a firecracker.”

“She’d have to be, to be able to handle you.”

“Yeah…” Stan looked down at his feet. “There’s one other thing I need to tell ya.”

“And what would that be?” Ma Pines said cautiously. Stan winced, well aware of how poorly his mother would take the news.

“You’ve got two granddaughters,” Stan said. He fought the urge to go hide in a bomb shelter somewhere.

“What?!” Ma Pines yelped.

“Twin girls. Danica Viola and Daisy Leigh. They’re about three years old now. Funny story, actually, Angie was still goin’ to college when she got pregnant, so her kids went to her graduation. Well, they’re her kids but they’re also mine. I helped make ‘em,” Stan said.

Stop, Stan. You’re rambling.

“Danica and Daisy.”

“Yes.”

“You waited until my granddaughters were three to tell me about them?!”

“I-”

“Your address hasn’t changed since we last spoke, has it?”

“No, I-” Stan felt someone tug at his shirt. He looked down. “What is it, princess?” he asked Danny. Danny pointed at the front door, which was wide open.

“Uncle Ford’s gone,” she said quietly. Stan’s heart stopped.

Ford’s gone. He’s a grown man that had brain surgery two weeks ago and is on a serious pain med high. Shit shit shit.

“Uh, Mom, I’m gonna have to call you back,” he said into the mouthpiece, his voice shaking slightly. “Gotta situation over here.”

“With twins, there’s always a situation,” Ma Pines said idly. She hung up the phone. Stan blindly slammed the phone in the general direction of the hook for a few times before he got it right.

“Good eye, Danny,” Stan said. He fought back his panic and scooped Danny up in his arms. “Daisy, Tate, come on, we gotta get shoes on! We’re gonna go on a Ford hunt!”

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Angie opened the door to the room they set aside for children separated from their parents at the zoo. Jim, one of the people who worked admissions, walked over to her quickly.

“I got a page sayin’ I needed to pick someone up?” Angie asked. Jim nodded.

“Yeah, uh, this guy’s your brother-in-law, right?” Jim said, pointing to a man sitting on a bench. Angie sighed.

“Yes. That’s him.”

“So do you wanna take him home or…?”

“I’ll call my husband in a minute. Thanks, Jim,” Angie said. Jim nodded. Angie walked over to Ford and took a seat next to him. “Stanford?” Ford looked at her, a wide grin stretched across his face.

“Hello, Dr. McGucket!” he said in a very loud voice. Angie stifled a groan.

“Did ya take yer meds today?” she asked. Ford nodded. “And after ya took yer meds-”

“I left!” Ford said cheerfully. He scoffed. “I don’t need to be nannied by my twin brother. Especially given that he’s the younger one.” Feeling something tugging her pants leg, Angie looked down. She blinked at the goat chewing on her slacks.

“Stanford, do ya know this goat?” she asked slowly.

“Yep! Rented him.”

“Why?”

“Well, Apple is clearly not a dog,” Ford started. “For one thing, he knows about my connections with Bill. This is excruciatingly obvious.”

“How do ya know, did Apple tell ya or somethin’?” Angie asked idly. Ford frowned.

“No. I didn’t ask. I should ask.”

“No, ya should go home.” Ford shook his head. “Stanford, ya can’t stay at the zoo all day. Why did ya come here in the first place?”

“So that the goat I rented could meet the other goats!” Ford chirped. Angie frowned.

“What?” she asked. Ford looked around carefully and then leaned closer to her.

“I’m here to free the other animals,” he said in an exaggerated whisper. Angie stared at him, perplexed.

“With…the goat?”

“The goat is my accomplice.”

“Uh-huh. I’m goin’ to call Stan. He’ll come pick ya up.” Angie stood up. Ford tugged at her shirt desperately.

“Don’t leave me alone with them!” he said. Angie looked at the people he was pointing toward. She sighed.

“They’re ‘bout six years old. I highly doubt they’ll mug ya and steal the goat, darlin’.”

“You don’t know!” Ford protested. Angie groaned.

“Just stay put while I call Stan! Then I’ll come and protect ya from the children.”

“And the goat.”

“Yes, I will protect you and the goat.”

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“How did your dog even reach the shelves?” Ford asked. Now officially a month post-operation, Ford’s pain medication had decreased to a more manageable dosage. He was relieved to have his mind clear again, even if that meant he had to pick up some responsibilities. For example, he was keeping an eye on the three children while Stan cleaned up the bathroom.

“It’s a weird dog,” Stan said with a sigh.

“Not only did it dig through the bathroom trash, but it somehow knocked over all the shampoo bottles.”

“Don’t need a play-by-play, Sixer.”

“I’m just impressed by your dog’s appetite for destruction.” The doorbell rang.

“Ford, get it, would ya?” Stan asked.

“On it.” Ford got up from the couch and opened the door. He was face-to-face with two men, both of whom had very large noses. The shorter one squinted at Ford with gray eyes.

“Yer not Stan,” the stranger said.

“Uh, no. May I ask who you are?” Ford asked. The man opened his mouth, but before he could speak, he was interrupted by a shout.

“Unclute!” Daisy shrieked happily, running past Ford to grab onto the man’s leg. The man chuckled.

“Hey there, munchkin,” he said, crouching down, picking her up, and standing again. He poked her belly. “Gosh, yer bigger ‘n bigger each time I see ya.” Daisy tugged on the man’s dark hair.

“We gotta new uncle!” she said exuberantly. She pointed at Ford. “He’s our Uncle Ford!” The man smiled at Ford.

“Howdy, the name’s Lute, the feller standin’ by me is my older brother, Harper.”

“So this is the mysterious ‘Ford’,” Harper said. He pushed his rectangular glasses further up the bridge of his nose. “Howdy.”

“Uh, hello.”

“Who is it?” Stan called.

“Two men named Lute and Harper!” Ford replied.

“They’re Angie’s older brothers, let ‘em in,” Stan said. Ford stood to the side. The brothers filed in. Harper made a beeline for Danny, who was building a very complex vehicle with her Legos.

“Howdy, kidlet,” Harper said gently. Danny beamed at him and, like her sister, embraced her uncle’s leg. Harper laughed. “Yer just as clingy as yer ma used to be.” Danny squeezed her uncle’s leg tighter. Ford could see the family resemblance between Angie and her brothers. Not only did all three have the same nose, but they had similar cheekbones, and Harper’s hair was the same color as Angie’s.

“So, Ford, I heard ‘bout who ya are,” Lute said. Ford turned. Lute had put Daisy down and was now staring at him, his arms crossed. “Yer relation to Tate, fer one thing.” At the sound of his name, Tate looked up from his picture book.

“Uncle Lute?”

“Oh, hey kidlet. Didn’t see ya there,” Lute said. Tate shrugged. “Don’t worry, you ain’t in trouble. Yer dad is, though.”

“Okay,” Tate said, turning his attention back to his book.

“In my defense-” Ford started.

“Don’t care,” Lute said abruptly. “Ya didn’t contact yer college roommate fer so long. That’s yer own dang fault. So is not tellin’ his fam’ly what happened to him.”

“Look, I-”

“Don’t bother arguin’ with Lute,” Stan said. He walked out of the bathroom and closed the door behind him. “Lute’s too dang stubborn to change his mind ‘bout anything.” Stan smiled at his brothers-in-law. “Hey, Lute, Harper. Good to see ya again.” Lute frowned at Stan.

“I ain’t happy with ya either, Stan.”

“Neither of us are,” Harper said. “Ya lied to our baby sister.” Stan rubbed the back of his neck uncertainly.

“Yeah, I know I did a pretty shi- cruddy thing,” Stan said. “But at least she knows now.”

“The only reason she knows is ‘cause yer twin brother showed up out of the blue,” Lute pointed out. “Ya weren’t even plannin’ on tellin’ her! Is the Pines fam’ly just full of- of dishonorable men?”

“…‘Dishonorable men’?” Stan asked. “Now I’m too amused to be scared of ya, McGucket.” Lute crossed his arms.

“What else am I s’posed to call the two of ya?” Lute asked.

“To be fair, our older brother Shermie is, by all accounts, a decent guy,” Ford put in. Lute raised an eyebrow.

“So he must’ve taken up all the decentness when he was born then, huh?” Lute said. Stan rolled his eyes.

“Look, I get that you guys are upset,” Stan said. “But we’re brothers now, right?”

“Right,” Harper said after a beat.

“Maybe cut me a bit of slack? And I guess Ford, too. He didn’t know about Tate.”

“He should’ve,” Lute said immediately.

“I’m not disagreein’ with ya,” Stan said.

“Thanks, Stan,” Ford muttered. There was a clatter from the kitchen.

“No, Gompers!” Danny said, detaching herself from Harper’s leg. She padded over to the goat, who was digging through the trash it had just knocked over. “Bad goat,” she said, patting him on the back. Lute and Harper stared.

“The goat’s new,” Lute said idly.

“Yeah,” Stan said, walking over to the latest mess to pick it up. He shoved the goat’s head away from him. “Ford rented it when he was on a pain med bender. Somethin’ about proving Apple’s a chupacabra. Of course, since Apple’s a dog, not a Mexican demon, nothin’ happened.” Stan glared at Ford. “Then Apple and the goat had to go and become friends, so the kids freaked out when Angie and I tried to return it.”

“Uncle Ford got upset, too,” Daisy said helpfully.

“Oh yeah. We had to buy the darn thing so that the literal children and my adult twin brother wouldn’t cry,” Stan finished. Ford flushed.

“Stanley, please.”

“Hey, Daisy’s the one who brought it up. You got a problem, talk to her,” Stan said, setting the trashcan upright again.

“Uh, pain med bender?” Lute said slowly.

“Uncle Ford’s brain was broked,” Danny supplied, now hugging Gompers. “Doctors fixed it, but he was a bit funny after.”

“Stanford, you had brain surgery?” Harper asked. Ford nodded.

“Yes. Nothing too concerning, although it was decreasing my quality of life immensely,” Ford said. Stan scoffed.

“‘Nothing too concerning,’ he says,” Stan muttered under his breath.

“If you’d told us, we would’ve been easier on ya,” Lute said.

“…Oh,” Ford said, unsure of how to respond.

“When Uncle Ford ran away, he got ice cream without us!” Daisy said.

“Well, that’s just rude,” Lute said to his young niece.

“Yeah, Ford escaped when I turned my back for two minutes,” Stan explained. “He bought an ice cream cone, rented a goat, and went to the zoo.”

“Why would ya bring a goat to the zoo? Zoo’s already got those,” Harper said, taking a seat on the couch. Lute joined him.

“The goat was my accomplice in freeing the animals from the petting zoo,” Ford said. He let out a small chuckle, remembering the blissful ignorance of his scrambled mind. “It all made perfect sense at the moment.”

“It always does,” Harper said sagely.

“So how long are you two gonna stay?” Stan asked as he finally finished picking up the scattered pieces of trash. “Ya have to stay for dinner. Angie’d be upset if she missed ya. But if you wanna stay overnight, you’ll have to camp in the living room. Ford’s got the guestroom.”

“Oh, no, we were just plannin’ on comin’ down fer a friendly scoldin’ and yellin’ session,” Lute said breezily. “Don’t want to impose.”

Apparently the McGuckets have a different definition of “friendly” than I do, if scolding and yelling qualifies. As though he could read Ford’s mind, Lute turned to Ford.

“Now, this is a friendly session, trust me. If it weren’t, you’d prob’ly be in tears.”

“After the things I’ve seen, not much can bring me to tears,” Ford remarked.

“Aside from separating a goat and a dog,” Harper said, raising an eyebrow.

“In my defense, they had befriended each other. What sort of monster would break apart such a lovely relationship?” Ford replied. Lute and Harper both chuckled. Stan caught Ford’s eye and winked. Ford knew what Stan would say later.

“See? Ya freaked out over Tate and the McGuckets. But ya didn’t need to. They’re good people, and even you can be a charmer when ya try to.”

-----

Ford handed Tate his backpack.

“I’ve packed some pictures I took in the field, as a treat,” Ford told his son. “Not- not the edible kind of treat. Please don’t eat the pictures.”

“It’s okay, Dad, I know,” Tate said calmly. He cocked his head. “What are they of?”

“Our, ahem, mutual friend,” Ford said with a wink. Tate’s eyes widened.

“Bigfoot?”

“The one and only. Well, actually, there is more than one bigfoot. There are whole societies of them, and Gravity Falls has one in the nearby mountain range.”

“Wow. Will you take me there? Please?” Tate begged. The doorbell rang. Ford smiled.

“If your mother gives me permission to take you next summer, or even sooner, absolutely,” he replied. Tate beamed. The doorbell rang again. “I should get that. It’s your mother, no doubt.” Ford walked over and opened the front door. Jenny McGucket smiled politely.

“Stanford. You look well.”

“I feel better than I did last time we spoke.”

“Clearly,” Jenny said. She peered past Ford. “Tater Tot! You ready to go?”

“I need to say goodbye to folks first,” Tate said, running out of the living room. He zipped into the girls’ bedroom, where Stan was helping Danny and Daisy get dressed.

“Did Tate have a good time?” Jenny asked Ford.

“I believe so. He’s quite the smart boy.”

“Yes, he is. I’m awful proud of him,” Jenny said. “The two of you got along all right?”

“Yes, we did. And actually,” Ford said, deciding to be upfront, “I’d like to talk custody with you sometime.”

“Custody?”

“When Fiddleford returns, I assume the two of you will maintain primary custody. But I’d like to have Tate during the summer, at least,” Ford said. “The lion’s share of my research is done then, and Tate has shown a vested interest in my work.” Jenny bit her lip. “What? I thought you’d be happy that I’m trying to be an involved father.”

“Oh, I am. It’s just that…I’m not sure if you’re ready for it quite yet.”

“What do you mean?”

“You watched him for about a month and a half. And you had help, from Stan and Angie, who both have more experience in childcare than you do. On your own, in a different state, for three whole months? I’m sorry, Stanford, I just don’t think you can handle it right now.”

“Tate is-”

“Very well-behaved, particularly for a child of his age. But he’s still a child.” Jenny smiled apologetically. “Maybe we can begin the custody conversation after Fidds comes back. It’s just- Stanford, were you ever left alone, in charge of the kids, during this entire time? Even for ten minutes?”

“…No,” Ford conceded.

“I’m sorry to hit you with this right now,” Jenny said quietly. “So soon after your surgery.”

“It’s been seven weeks; I’m not an invalid anymore,” Ford said, bristling.

“All right,” Jenny said after a moment, in a decidedly neutral tone. “Tater Tot, we have to get going!”

“Coming, Mom!” Tate called, running back to the front door. “Dad, I need to say goodbye to you, too.”

“Oh. Of course.” Ford crouched down for a hug. He squeezed his son tightly.

Don’t think about how long it might be before you see him again. Don’t do it.

“Goodbye, Tate,” Ford said quietly.

“Bye, Dad.” Tate broke off the hug and beamed at him. “Next summer, we’re gonna go find bigfoot, right?”

“We’ll see,” Ford said with a weak smile.

“Bye, Stan, thank Angie for me, will ya?” Jenny called.

“Yep!” Stan shouted back. Jenny and Tate left the house, Tate making a small wave at Ford as he walked away. Ford closed the door and leaned against it.

“Damn,” Ford whispered.

I can’t believe I’ve grown so attached to Tate, given the short amount of time that I’ve known him. Maybe Fiddleford will be able to convince Jenny about the custody arrangement. …No, that won’t happen. Not after what I did. Ford’s musings were cut short by his nieces rocketing down the hallway, shrieking at the tops of their lungs.

“Breakfast, breakfast, breakfast!” Danny and Daisy yelled, racing through the living room and into the kitchen like twin tornadoes. Despite himself, Ford cracked a half-smile at their innocent enthusiasm. Stan followed his daughters at a more languid pace.

“Okay, gremlins,” Stan said, picking up his daughters and putting them in their chairs. “Breakfast, it is. Today is Leftover Wednesday. On the menu, we have leftover hashbrowns, leftover pancakes, fruit, and toast. What’ll it be?”

“Corn stuff,” Daisy said promptly.

“Did I say corn stuff was on the menu?” Stan asked.

“…No.”

“It’s Leftover Wednesday,” Stan reminded her.

“Leftover corn stuff,” Danny suggested.

“There’s never any leftover corn stuff. You monsters eat it like a plague of locusts,” Stan said, exasperated.

“What’s that?” Daisy asked. Stan pinched the bridge of his nose.

“It’s when a bunch of grasshoppers eat all the crops and don’t leave anything behind,” Stan explained.

“I’m not a grasshopper!” Daisy protested.

“No, you’re pickier than one. If you two don’t make up your minds soon, I’ll choose for you,” Stan said.

“Fruit!” Danny yelled.

“Cakepans!” Daisy shouted. Stan winced slightly at his daughters’ loud voices, but carried on.

“Hot or cold?” Stan asked.

“Cold,” Daisy said.

“Got it. An order of fruit and an order of pancakes comin’ up,” Stan said. Ford, who had been watching the exchange idly, frowned.

Hmm. That’s certainly an idea.

“Uh, Stan?” Ford said, after Stan had given his daughters their breakfasts. Stan walked over.

“Yeah?”

“Could I- could I babysit the girls sometime? So that I have more experience in taking care of children.”

“This is a joke, right?” Stan said. “Sixer, leave the comedy to the pros.”

“It’s not a joke.”

“You really wanna babysit my demon spawn?” Stan asked. “You’ve been around, you know that the two of ‘em are hel- heck on wheels.”

“Yes. I’ve seen the chaos they seem to court, but I’ve also seen the methods you use to calm them down,” Ford said. “Anyways, isn’t it my responsibility as an uncle to help supervise?” Stan eyed him.

“I’ll talk to Angie about it,” Stan said after a moment. “Right now, go do your physical therapy.”

“Very well,” Ford said.

It’s not much, but given how protective Stan is of his children, it’s a start. Ford walked into the kitchen and took a seat next to Danny, who beamed at him. Stan placed a sheet of paper and a comically large pencil in front of Ford.

“What’s the task for today?” Ford asked, carefully picking up the pencil. He frowned at the tremors in his hand, which were not brought on from caffeine. Rather, decreased mobility and usage of his dominant hand was one of the surgery’s side effects, along with slurred speech. At his six week follow-up appointment, Ford had mentioned to Dr. Carmichael that, despite no longer using the pain medication, it seemed like he still was experiencing the medicine’s sedative abilities.

“You’ve had this since the operation?” Dr. Carmichael asked.

“Yes, from the pain medication,” Ford replied. Dr. Carmichael shook her head.

“No. These symptoms are from the surgery.” She took out a piece of paper and began to scribble on it. “I’ll recommend you to a physical therapist and speech therapist, who will likely give you exercises you can do at home.” Dr. Carmichael handed the paper to Ford. “These are temporary, but only if you go through the therapy.”

“Understood.”

“You’re doing a drawing today,” Stan replied.

“What am I drawing?”

“As many plants as possible,” Stan said.

“Daddy! Gotta go!” Daisy shrieked suddenly, rocking back and forth in her chair. Stan’s eyes widened.

“All right, kid, let’s do this,” Stan said, picking Daisy up. He ran to the bathroom.

A few minutes later, Stan returned, holding Daisy again. Ford looked up from his shakily-drawn lilies.

“How’d it go?” Ford asked. Stan beamed.

“Daisy’s gettin’ closer to losin’ those nasty diapers. Aren’t ya?” he cooed at his daughter. Daisy giggled, clearly proud of herself. “Can’t wait until I’m done with ‘em.”

“You’ll be dealing with them again, though,” Ford pointed out. Stan frowned.

“What?”

“Don’t you and Angie have plans for more children?”

“Well, yeah, but not for a while, Sixer, geez. Don’t scare me like that. I thought you found a positive test in the trash or somethin’.”

“Unlike your dog and goat, I don’t dig through the garbage,” Ford retorted, returning to his drawing.

“Yeah, and whose fault is it that I have a goat?” Stan said. The doorbell rang. “Saved by the bell, Poindexter.”

“Sure,” Ford mumbled. As Stan went to get the door, Ford focused on his exercise, carefully etching out a lopsided daisy.

“Pretty,” Danny said quietly. Ford smiled at his niece.

“Thank you, Danny.”

“My goodness, Stanley, why is your hair so long?” a familiar voice said. Ford’s heart leapt into his mouth. He turned. Standing at the front door was someone he knew very well. Stan seemed shell-shocked; he took a solid two minutes to croak out his startled response.

“M-Mom?”

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Donald Marshall: ATTENTION:If you are a HUMAN you must read this, it contains knowledge of VRILL the reptilian shape shifters people talk about, there has never been a more comprehensive and informative expose of their appearance ecology and behavior ever before. David Icke is NOT going to tell you about them, this is your one chance to know about the lizards do not squander this opportunity. This is a major time in earth’s history my friends and the importance is astronomical, go to the page on the link provided below, this is crucial to the SURVIVAL of our SPECIES.THIS IS the most important time of your lives, you must read all relevant posts in here including older posts, the most important and interesting information you will ever see... no one else is going to tell you about Vrill but me. If you disregard these facts you doom the human race to becoming drones and allowing people to continue to sacrifice children and adults to these "demons" It is absolutely crucial to the survival of our species that these things be eradicated from our planet. Copy all pertinent facts and keep them for posterity show others, the only thing that will stop this is getting this information to the populace... I have no agenda but to share the truth with the world as I'm going to die from heart failure due to clone torture. Read all of my posts especially older posts and all corroborating info. This will be your only chance to save our race and world from Vrill. You have been warned. Illuminati want to sear the surface of the Earth to avoid persecution and they live comfortably in underground dumbs bases for the rest of their lives, cloning people at leisure messing with them in odd ways for fun...there are also other problems..the human hosts don't want to be killed... they want to be sent to an island to live out the remainder of the hosts bod...but no country wants to pay for it...droned hosts threaten violence if backed into a corner AND the dead consciousnesses on microchip put into a victims body.. bodysnatching them that way, they don't want to be shut down,... and THEY ALSO want to be segregated on an island BUT they don't want to live on the same island as the lizard hosts... politics lol .. I say kill all the lizards and the human hosts they made and shut down all the evil reanimated dead freaksin clones and stolen bodies... problem solved. easy breezy.. droned hosts are bad enough but dead reanimated people come back a shadow of their former selves... its a technology flaw they cant fix it, they're almost as bad as pet cemetery, it's why they need handlers. one track mind, insulted easily, dumber, jealous of how your alive and normal and this dead guy gotta walk around dumb and weird.....almost zombies... but they try to act normal and don't rot....richest dead people in the world did this,... and they aren't about to have anyone shut down the chip that makes them continue to exist. Do not believe that morph from human to lizard shit or the slitted eyes stuff,... they put that out there to throw people off the truth. Without a CT scan or MRI of the brain or a possible blood test method the ONLY way to tell externally is "sometimes" the eye that gets the proboscis in it swells out further than the other... and how stupid they are, but some regular humans are stupid too so you cant go with that. Trust in a stranger for once in your life, n just read the wall lol I don’t get paid for this, just trying to do the right thing... like the Avatar movie... during R.E.M driven mark 2 cloning... they give up the ability to have dreams or nightmares and go walk and talk in D.U.M.B's as clones... its how the Illuminati communicate in secret. Song I made for Brittany Spears called Break the ice... she made the video idea, its a Japanese animation of her getting into a cloning center and blowing it up... this is what the clone growing tubes actually look like.. it's a fantasy of hers (Britney spears)... she hates the place,... but basically "sold her soul" for life in exchange for fame and fortune... now shes cloned into the place every REM stage to be used, and regrets it. www.youtube.com/watch?v=eQFIKP9rGh oh btw all,... my ex family are almost all freemasons, a large faction of the illuminuts, and if you read my wall you will know the 33rd degree of freemason knowledge, which is also the highest scientologist knowledge. FREE 3 different types of Vrill have basic pic representations of types 1 and 3 type one... theyre small... they've been depicted in gremlins critters and many more type 3, young one, depicted in the movie Star wars "Attack of the clones" when they get old the neck shortens and they get all wrinkly and look like Pumpkinhead from the movie pumpkinhead. they are very real and live DEEP underground... they are "parasitic" lizards. and have a unique biological property of their bodies that allows them to stick a brain proboscis into another animals eye, preferably a humans and bodysnatch them making them a human host, they mimic human behavior and are already all over the place... thats the shapeshift... no morphing to it at all,.. its a biological transfer, the old lizard body dies and they just become you... there is no reversing the process... an old name for them was mimic, they have many names, they take over celebs all the time. the illuminati use them to replace people. it is widespread. Most of the most heinous crimes in the world are done by drones... thats what they call human hosts,... drones and the only way to detect them besides the change in behavior is by either CT scan or MRI to see the brain damage from the droning process. there’s no mystical magic or morphing... its all biological parasitic cellular transfer. all set up... same eyes as you or me... sometimes the eye will pop out more than the other but not always... the proboscis going in sometimes causes swelling behing the eye. sometimes the brain swells on the one side too causing this... same reason Nicholas Cage recently did a movie with a bullet wound to his eye for almost the entire length of the movie, because his eye is swelled out so bad from it. they do that on purpose with camera tricks,... they're very arrogant about it and think they will never be discovered. proboscis in the eye... there's a lot of drones in the world... come read my public wall you'll know... no need to even join the friends list, wall is public. Just read have to, they're all scared to, I always felt that they "wanted" me to tell about them, like a murderer kinda hints at they're crimes thing, but they're pretty pissed now because I didn't sugarcoat stuff lol its pretty vast.....is kinda a matrix. lol bunch of celebs thought it was another dimension... 5th 7th astral plane..just cloning, or cloning on different drugs pre injected into your clone before activation there. When ppl have a popped out eye it could just be natural, some people are not symmetrical,... but with them it is either from the lizards proboscis or the microchip pushed into the brain behind the eye. they say they've had some plastic surgery or have used strange facial peel solutions in expensive salons. But it's because they're remade. different ways too,... they can literally get dna from someone from from the past and remake them, the consciousness has fled long ago but the newly made baby grows up looking the same and has a different upbringing and environment and is like an entirely separate person... these clones are permanent and no way to tell the difference from a normal person. Sometimes they're brains are chipped and taken over too or droned. that's replication cloning (from a baby) not duplication cloning (fully formed adult copy) duplicate clones have to be remade from time to time, they get rashy and growths and the brain degrades,... they just re-clone. Sometimes come back looking different. slightly complicating but you get the idea. know Pharoah Tutankamun looked like? King Tut? Vrill really liked him. Its Little Wayne didnt wanna get into that until Phase 4, but I thought I'd throw that out there, cuz I hate "Wayne" bad. Made almost all his songs. I know, it's pretty whacked... theres a buncha Pharoes around... Vrill liked pharoes a lot. Could be bs,... that's what they told me years and years ago though while making him tunes when they thought I was a friend to them. use people from the past like that because their faces inspired loyalty and awe in armies and populaces in the past. So they figure it'll work again for show business or something. Donald Marshall November 18, 2012 at 12:53pm Cloning center When they rape a child they feel as if they've achieved a victory somehow over someone,..(the child) and get. A sense of power from it, knowing that they won't be caught for it because it will be covered up... Some of them go on drugs and kill the child afterwards because its some caveman thing,... Get rid of the evidence, sense of power not getting caught for childrape murder... Also... When a Vrill lizard drones someone making the human it;s host, sometimes the penis ceases to develop from that point... And the drone is stuck with 12 year old junk for life... And say they need to as the parts fit... And drones are naturally predisposed to molesting children,... Its very wierd. Mostly it's just some of these losers are fat ugly and would have a difficult time getting a prostitute to agree being that old ugly and retarded... Also they don't want to. Pay for it,... They want to feel like they've done something wrong and got away with it... And kids cant fight back and are scared more easily. Also sometimes the molester was molested themselves as a child by their own parents... And they keep the "tradition" going to make themselves believe it's just a normal part of life... Their parents weren't perverts lol they were just normal, its a normal lifestyle lol. Some families add religion to the mix to make it look as if they HAVE to molest their children in a religious secret tradition... Germans call it Frauderlaine, or something similar... Keeps the cycle going... At the zone...Theyre blabbin at me like I'm the diddler police,... As clones out there... Why can't I have sex with my son or daughter Donny? My child is my personal property and no one can tell me what I can and can't do with my own child if I want to ((they say))). So I told them it's gross this n that and they act all insulted and attack,... Then new clone, back to the monotonous absurd talking... If I stay silent they just attack...saying "dont ignore us Donny, don't ignore us!". Fat old man bald ugly as hell flailing his arms on my face while my clone is paralyzed in the dirt of the arena... I said why are you asking me?... They just have nothing to do or say out there.... Its basically a child molester factory, they keep the premise of oh Donny is going to get us all to have something to talk about besides assembly line child molesting... BECAUSE as clones at first its interesting, turn your pain sensors off and get your arm chopped off and no pain, staring at the stump whoah thats gross, They jump off of heights clone dies and they transfer into the next clone and theyre like whoah thats neat... Swordfight and dont die, occasional clone sex with a celebrity that just doesnt care, it loses the novelty after a very short time... AND then theres the child molesting... And the senior citizens there that KNOW no one wants to have sex with them,... So they spend most of their time there trying to look powerful scary deadly and scare children into never saying no... People pretend they are hostages out there... Parents... So their kids wont think theyre just perverts... And the parents can secretly trade their kids around for other kids from other people there,... Grossest stuff you've ever seen or heard of ever... The league of incredible losers. Incredibly yuck. Worse than you can imagine... And they all sit around and watch these encounters from the stands,... Like theatre... Molestation theatre, pain theatre, death theatre... They all try to act unified. LOL. They don't even hang with each other in real life, too embarrassed of their behavior there and ashamed lol, but there while clones they all act like they're friends... And they're in power club together, theyre "powerful" hyuck. It is that degree of loserdom and worse... Every once in a while a kid will be defiant and say he or she doesn't want to engage in the repulsive stuff... Other kids agree, it's almost a mini mutiny at the cloning center... So while some ids are memory repressed about the clone center times, people like Elizabeth and Charles get the kid killed in some way... And then say at the cloning center, "look what happened to him". Then the kids don't say anything out of fear, sometimes they show the kids murder on video to scare the kids there into compliance. Sometimes someone will say they don't want to participate or doesn't want their daughter or son messed with and they want out,... Others agree,... They will start to degrade the ringleaders life in any way possible to discourage others from talking that way... Bring him back for private mental manipulation therapy as clones... Weasel into his and his wife's life in any way possible, get them fired, Impersonate them as clones to the rest of their family members and turn them against them in dramatic ways. Get them fired from their jobs, and privately will continue to bring the kid there and mess that kid up bad, causing the kid to act erratic in real body and not know why (memory suppressed about clone time) Give them childrens aid trouble if possible, anything and everything, and they videotape what they do,... And show others there, look this guy wanted out.... Then Elizabeth says in an official voice, we are worse than the Italian mafia and you don't leave the Italian mafia... Its the goofiest thing. But every once in a while they feel the need to make a new example of someone... When people talk about it they get killed or rendered mentally disabled remotely... I'm amazed I'm still alive actually. They make people see hologram like images as clones... Using mk ultra visual effects, same as inception movie basically... Most of the time the people think they're just dreaming or think they were original body when they saw it, didn't even know they were clones,... they play a lot of tricks on peoples minds... They tell some people that the cloning center is the astral plane, 5th dimension Nirvana plane Shang ri la, lotsa different stuff, a lot don't even know theyre IN a clone, they think theyre in another dimension and in real body... Or time stutter or singularity lol, they tell different people different stuff. Illuminati = league of extraordinary child molesters... So much happening at the cloning center now and things said it would be a long time relating it all... bunch of people want to leave, but don't want to lose their jobs or be mentally manipulated for the insult of leaving... only people that want to keep the place going are old ugly fat people, the mentally handicapped massively inbred people and the scuzziest perverts... most want out... old rich people threatening and scaring people there into compliance... it is quite the scene. ALIENS,... Deep underground but still aliens. They're at the cloning center aaand in real life, In deep bases and deeper underground too. They have colonies deep deep underground. Theyre all bad... Carnivores. It's in the middle of forested area (cloning center) I've been outside it a few times when there as a clone and there's no sign of civilization, must be wildlife preserve or something, 95% of the people cloned into there don't even know where it is, just the high ups know the locations... There are cloning centers in most deep bases though, and their locations are publicized, Dulce base, Area 51, Montauk base,... Lots. It's within 5 hours drive by car from the Pickton farm where all the prostitutes were murdered and fed to the pigs... The video of the murders were brought to the cloning center by car... Took 5 hours to drive them there... I dunno where the above ground one is, or I would have gone there by now... In western Canada... Most that go there though dont even know where it is,... They just have clones stored on site and have them activated sometimes... Location is way secret. Within 5 hours drive from the pickton farm in any direction from the farm it could be. Well they’re like me,... Real right now,... But when they enter REM stage of sleep they have clones of themselves activated at one of the cloning centers,... And sure they're dumber as clones while clones, they do whacky stuff, BUT then they wake up and recall the previous nights happenings and what they did, and they still go back and do it again... They thought they'd never get caught and were trapped so when in Rome, do as the Romans do. They all tried to show off for each other, oh look how evil I am, oh you think that's evil? Look at this... Clones are even more emotional than normal people... Different kinds of clones too... They definitely understand what is going on though. Most just go with the evil way... Being raised on wealth and privilege makes mean people I find. They can clone pets. But there’s 2 different ways to clone too,... There’s cloning from a baby up (replication cloning) and making fully formed adult bodies of you duplicates (duplication cloning). Its the duplication one that I'm having the problem with... Rem driven duplicates... It sux. Um,... there's aliens, help. just as the musicians hint at help, like K-os and his Crabbuckkt video... www.youtube.com/watch?v=MtSzpKiARrI like Britney and her break the ice video... or like gaga putting satanic and Illuminatti symbolism in her videos, and when people actually do come out like Tila Tequila and say help me the queen eats children and people are being turned into drones help me they're hurting me in another dimension then has an aneurysm, people just said she was crazy,... people are stupid. I'm the last person with the courage to speak as I'm dying anyway from heart damage due to clone torture, if you do not heed my warnings before haarp installations are completed you will all be slaves. Now you know the Secret of Vrill, do not be deceived by what they are going to try... Saucers are man made and "greys" are not from space, they are from deep underground... they are troglodytes... parasitic lizards. They are malevolent.

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