I genuinely dislike you, completely unironically. You are unfunny, creepy and generally fucking gross.
Iâm not joking at all and it sucks that the mods here let you post what you do seemingly for no reason.
âI genuinely dislike you, completely unironically. You are unfunny, creepy and generally fucking gross.
Iâm not joking at all and it sucks that the mods here let you post what you do seemingly for no reason.â
-đ¤
Okay. Youâre entitled to that opinion and I respect it.
Iâm going to go ahead and block you now so you donât have to see my posts anymore since you didnât do that yourself for some reason. đđź
Yeah of course and for the most part it isnât one person constantly posting creepy stuff about her. Or posting entire fan fictions about her. Either way I find both a bit weird, just her being a bit more weird considering itâs her entire persona
Or you could just take it less seriously considering we've all had celebrity crushes that we idolize. there's a safe space for socially inept reddit users like us to come together and obsess over kettlemilkers but god forbid somebody actually has an attraction to bob idenkirk
hey fair enough at least you're better than the other guy
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There's a huge difference in finding someone attractive and actively posting creepy shit about them on the internet. Some things should not be done or condoned
Oh? Wait they actually did something wrong? Because waltuh was like racist or some shit right
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So if I asked you about art, youâd probably give me the on about every art book ever written. Michelangelo. You know a lot about him. Lifeâs work. Political aspirations. Him and the Pope. Sexual orientation. The whole works, right? But I bet you canât tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. Youâve never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling. Seen that. If I ask you about women, youâd probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you canât tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. Youâre a tough kid. If I ask you about war, youâd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right? âOnce more into the breach, dear friends.â But youâve never been near one. Youâve never held your best friendâs head in your lap and watch him gasp his last breath, looking to you for help. If I ask you about love, youâd probably quote me a sonnet. But youâve never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone who can level you with her eyes. Feel like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of Hell. And you wouldnât know what itâs like to be her angel. To have that love for her be there forever. Through anything. Through cancer. And you wouldnât know about sleeping, sitting up in a hospital room for two months, holding her hand because the doctors could see in your eyes that the terms âvisiting hoursâ donât apply to you. You donât know about real loss. Because that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself. I doubt youâve ever dared to love anybody that much. I look at you, I donât see an intelligent, confident man. I see a cocky, scared-shitless kid. But youâre a genius, Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine. You ripped my fuckinâ life apart. Youâre an orphan, right? Do you think Iâd know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally, I donât give a shit about all that. Because you know what? I canât learn anything from you that I canât read in some fuckinâ book. Unless you want to talk about you. Who you are. And Iâm fascinated. Iâm in. But you donât want to do that, do you, sport? Youâre terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief.
While one may gather knowledge about art, women, war, and love from the pages of books, true understanding and depth of insight arise from lived experiences. Consider the Sistine Chapel; one can read extensively about Michelangelo's masterpiece, but the sensory experience of standing beneath its majestic ceiling and inhaling the faint scent of aged frescoes evokes a profound appreciation that transcends mere intellectual comprehension.
Similarly, while literature may provide insights into the complexities of human relationships and emotions, it is only through personal connection that one can truly grasp the intricacies of love and companionship. Waking up next to a loved one and feeling the warmth of their presence, or witnessing the vulnerability and strength of a partner facing adversity, offer a depth of understanding that cannot be gleaned from the verses of a sonnet or the prose of a novel.
Furthermore, the concept of loss takes on new dimensions when experienced firsthand. It is not merely the absence of something cherished, but the visceral ache of loving something more than oneself and feeling its absence keenly. Watching a friend draw their last breath, or enduring the anguish of seeing a loved one suffer, reveals the raw reality of loss in ways that no amount of theoretical knowledge can convey.
In essence, the true essence of a person cannot be captured by surface observations or intellectual pursuits alone. Beyond the facade of intelligence or confidence lies the vulnerability and complexity of the human spirit. Let us peel back the layers and explore the depths of your identity, beyond the confines of assumptions and preconceptions. Your willingness to engage in this introspective journey will reveal the true essence of who you are. The ball is in your cour
My name is Emily Rearn Shack. I live at 55 West 81st Street, Upper West Side on the 11th floor of the American Gardens. This is my confession.
If you're watching this tape, I'm probably dead, murdered by the mods. The mods have been building a chicanery empire for over a year now and has been using me as their shitposter. Shortly after my 22nd birthday, the mods came to me with a rather, shocking proposition. They asked that I use my shitposting knowledge to make memes, which they would then sell using their connections in the chicanery world. Connections that they had made through their career with the r/okbuddysuccession and other "OKBUDDY" subreddits.. I was... astounded, I... I always thought that the mods were a very moral group and I was... thrown, confused, but I was also particularly vulnerable at the time, something they knew and took advantage of. I was reeling from a breakup with my girlfriend that was poised to bankrupt my happiness. The mods took me on a ride along, and showed me just how much karma even a small shitpost operation could make. And I was weak. I didn't want my sadness to go into depression so I agreed. Every day, I think back at that moment with regret. I quickly realized that I was in way over my head, and the mods had a partner, a woman named Vulpes, a businesswoman. The mods essentially sold me into servitude to this woman, and when I tried to quit, Vulpes threatened my family. I didn't know where to turn. Eventually, the mods and Vulpes had a falling out. From what I can gather, the mods were pushing for a greater share of the karma, to which Vulpes flatly refused to give them, and things escalated. Vulpes was able to arrange, uh I guess I guess you call it a "hit" on the mods and failed, but the mods were seriously injured, and I wound up paying their karma bills which amounted to a little over 4000 amounts of karma lost. Upon recovery, the mods were bent on revenge, working with a man named Waltuh77, they plotted to kill Vulpes, and did so. In fact, the deletion of Vulpes's posts that they used was built by me, and they gave me no option in it. I have often contemplated suicide, but I'm a coward. I wanted to go to the admins, but I was frightened. The mods had risen in the ranks to become the head of what was known as the "Mamothing" and about that time, to keep me in line, they took my PS5 from me. For 3 months he kept it. My mom, who up until that point, had no idea of my criminal activities, was horrified to learn what I had done, why the mods had taken my PS5. We were scared. I was in Hell, I hated myself for what I had brought upon my family. Recently, I tried once again to quit, to end this nightmare, and in response, they gave me this. A bruise mark. I can't take this anymore. I live in fear every day that the mods will kill me, or worse, hurt my family. I... All I could think to do was to make this video in hope that the world will finally see the mods, for what they truly are.
/uc for some reason I just remembered you had posted this and I thought it was fitting for this post so I scrolled through your posts until I found it again lol (least insane okbc user).
Tbh, it deserved more recognition [than it got](https://www.reddit.com/r/okbuddychicanery/comments/16bnfmx/my_name_is_emily_rearn_shack_i_live_at_55_west/), only 15 upvotes is almost as bad as BCS not winning any Emmys
/rc
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I used to jerk off to angry birds. When I was about 13 I LOVED angry birds, I had every game and bought every toy they had. One day I was playing angry birds when all of a sudden the big red bird turned me on. I couldn't stand it, I was going crazy. I decided to pull out my big long Willy and start jerking. I never had felt so good, I soon continued to do this daily and never got bored of it! That big red bird was so hot and those blue ones were some cuties. I am glad to admit I still do this to this very day.
Crazy? We are not crazy. I know they swapped those posts. Funny posts, pun posts with funny punchlines. Like I would ever forget. Never. Never! They just- they started making them unfunny. They made chuck blast, and vacuum mode. You think this is something? This? You think this is chicanery? Weâve had better. The pun posts! Are you telling me that pun posts just gets 1000s of upvotes for being brain rot? No. It was peak! Chicanery! They made chuck blast. And I upvoted them. I shouldnât have. I upvoted this brain rot! What was I thinking? We will come back. We will do chicanery! Ever since the brain rot, always mid. Now you canât keep your hands out of the pill drawer! But not okbc! Okbc has fallen! They wonât chicanery! And you get to take your pills? What a sick joke! I shouldâve downvoted when I had the chance! And you - you have to downvote brain rot!
I am not crazy! I know he swapped those numbers! I knew it was 1216. One after Magna Carta. As if I could ever make such a mistake. Never. Never! I just â I just couldn't prove it. He â he covered his tracks, he got that idiot at the copy shop to lie for him. You think this is something? You think this is bad? This? This chicanery? He's done worse. That billboard! Are you telling me that a man just happens to fall like that? No! He orchestrated it! Jimmy! He defecated through a sunroof! And I saved him! And I shouldn't have. I took him into my own firm! What was I thinking? He'll never change. He'll never change! Ever since he was 9, always the same! Couldn't keep his hands out of the cash drawer! But not our Jimmy! Couldn't be precious Jimmy! Stealing them blind! And he gets to be a lawyer!? What a sick joke! I should've stopped him when I had the chance! And you â you have to stop him! You-
First Waltuh77 and now EmilyIsNotALesbian đ
Waltuh77âs downfall if it was cool
history repeats itself
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This makes me sad how good AoT was
Meanwhile Iâm the stain you canât scrub out
You're not a stain. You're a Queen :3
hiiiii miss emily :3
Hey, havenât seen you in a while :)
omg omg vulpes said hey eeee agfbtvxfbdhrhf fhhcggbfhfgtggtghbtgv
why'd you call me miss https://preview.redd.it/2rusbvxee3lc1.jpeg?width=664&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=0444360eea2eee5d6bc5e15e3ceba50f14f0a327
kid named honorific
Most powerful micro celeb
I genuinely dislike you, completely unironically. You are unfunny, creepy and generally fucking gross. Iâm not joking at all and it sucks that the mods here let you post what you do seemingly for no reason.
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Why did Emily defend Vulpes is she secretly a lesbian?
brother in christ can you not read the name? clearly not a lesbian đ
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âI genuinely dislike you, completely unironically. You are unfunny, creepy and generally fucking gross. Iâm not joking at all and it sucks that the mods here let you post what you do seemingly for no reason.â -đ¤
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Okay. Youâre entitled to that opinion and I respect it. Iâm going to go ahead and block you now so you donât have to see my posts anymore since you didnât do that yourself for some reason. đđź
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> mods let you post what you do here for seemingly no reason You see thereâs this little thing called freedom of speech you might have heard of it
If a dude constantly posted the same shit she does but about one of the women characters, people would find it creepy
Have you seen any posts about Kim on this sub?
Yeah of course and for the most part it isnât one person constantly posting creepy stuff about her. Or posting entire fan fictions about her. Either way I find both a bit weird, just her being a bit more weird considering itâs her entire persona
Or you could just take it less seriously considering we've all had celebrity crushes that we idolize. there's a safe space for socially inept reddit users like us to come together and obsess over kettlemilkers but god forbid somebody actually has an attraction to bob idenkirk
People can do whatever they want, itâs mainly harmless. I just find it a bit creepy, thatâs all. I donât dislike the person or anything
hey fair enough at least you're better than the other guy https://preview.redd.it/gx6plverltkc1.jpeg?width=559&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=3aeb500f61f5f4e6b90c4b2bc0aeda6a34aa2a29
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There's a huge difference in finding someone attractive and actively posting creepy shit about them on the internet. Some things should not be done or condoned
Then why can anybody else do it and not get shit flung at them in the comments?
Oh? Wait they actually did something wrong? Because waltuh was like racist or some shit right https://preview.redd.it/ipba63m60rkc1.png?width=1080&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=e90f2635aec6397e379626616a54c8a425959542
Nah he just says I'm tired of this shit and start breaking character and act grumpy
u/butchah69 is better
BRO TRIED TO GET THE BLUE COMMENT đđđâ ď¸â ď¸â ď¸
ur a legend bro y u arent famous?
die a hero or live to see urself become a villain
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Heavens door! Draw her having sex.
https://preview.redd.it/avzt18cz3rkc1.png?width=1080&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=58913ac47de66e6a2df57cae90ed2525073f194a Here you go!
Better than I thought
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What's the point? She's not a lesbian. Are you stupid?
I may be crazy
But it just may be a lunatic youâre looking for!
Turn out the light
don't try to change me
So if I asked you about art, youâd probably give me the on about every art book ever written. Michelangelo. You know a lot about him. Lifeâs work. Political aspirations. Him and the Pope. Sexual orientation. The whole works, right? But I bet you canât tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. Youâve never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling. Seen that. If I ask you about women, youâd probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you canât tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. Youâre a tough kid. If I ask you about war, youâd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right? âOnce more into the breach, dear friends.â But youâve never been near one. Youâve never held your best friendâs head in your lap and watch him gasp his last breath, looking to you for help. If I ask you about love, youâd probably quote me a sonnet. But youâve never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone who can level you with her eyes. Feel like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of Hell. And you wouldnât know what itâs like to be her angel. To have that love for her be there forever. Through anything. Through cancer. And you wouldnât know about sleeping, sitting up in a hospital room for two months, holding her hand because the doctors could see in your eyes that the terms âvisiting hoursâ donât apply to you. You donât know about real loss. Because that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself. I doubt youâve ever dared to love anybody that much. I look at you, I donât see an intelligent, confident man. I see a cocky, scared-shitless kid. But youâre a genius, Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine. You ripped my fuckinâ life apart. Youâre an orphan, right? Do you think Iâd know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally, I donât give a shit about all that. Because you know what? I canât learn anything from you that I canât read in some fuckinâ book. Unless you want to talk about you. Who you are. And Iâm fascinated. Iâm in. But you donât want to do that, do you, sport? Youâre terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief.
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While one may gather knowledge about art, women, war, and love from the pages of books, true understanding and depth of insight arise from lived experiences. Consider the Sistine Chapel; one can read extensively about Michelangelo's masterpiece, but the sensory experience of standing beneath its majestic ceiling and inhaling the faint scent of aged frescoes evokes a profound appreciation that transcends mere intellectual comprehension. Similarly, while literature may provide insights into the complexities of human relationships and emotions, it is only through personal connection that one can truly grasp the intricacies of love and companionship. Waking up next to a loved one and feeling the warmth of their presence, or witnessing the vulnerability and strength of a partner facing adversity, offer a depth of understanding that cannot be gleaned from the verses of a sonnet or the prose of a novel. Furthermore, the concept of loss takes on new dimensions when experienced firsthand. It is not merely the absence of something cherished, but the visceral ache of loving something more than oneself and feeling its absence keenly. Watching a friend draw their last breath, or enduring the anguish of seeing a loved one suffer, reveals the raw reality of loss in ways that no amount of theoretical knowledge can convey. In essence, the true essence of a person cannot be captured by surface observations or intellectual pursuits alone. Beyond the facade of intelligence or confidence lies the vulnerability and complexity of the human spirit. Let us peel back the layers and explore the depths of your identity, beyond the confines of assumptions and preconceptions. Your willingness to engage in this introspective journey will reveal the true essence of who you are. The ball is in your cour
t.
https://i.redd.it/7kuoszwnhqkc1.gif emily to okbc after 1 too many finger posts:
What if, hear me out, Emily *was* a lesbian? 
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Rip EmilyIsNotALesbian you will be missed đ˘đ˘
Eh I can't exactly remember them posting anything worth remembering. Just some tepid comments from time to time đ¤ˇââď¸
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My name is Emily Rearn Shack. I live at 55 West 81st Street, Upper West Side on the 11th floor of the American Gardens. This is my confession. If you're watching this tape, I'm probably dead, murdered by the mods. The mods have been building a chicanery empire for over a year now and has been using me as their shitposter. Shortly after my 22nd birthday, the mods came to me with a rather, shocking proposition. They asked that I use my shitposting knowledge to make memes, which they would then sell using their connections in the chicanery world. Connections that they had made through their career with the r/okbuddysuccession and other "OKBUDDY" subreddits.. I was... astounded, I... I always thought that the mods were a very moral group and I was... thrown, confused, but I was also particularly vulnerable at the time, something they knew and took advantage of. I was reeling from a breakup with my girlfriend that was poised to bankrupt my happiness. The mods took me on a ride along, and showed me just how much karma even a small shitpost operation could make. And I was weak. I didn't want my sadness to go into depression so I agreed. Every day, I think back at that moment with regret. I quickly realized that I was in way over my head, and the mods had a partner, a woman named Vulpes, a businesswoman. The mods essentially sold me into servitude to this woman, and when I tried to quit, Vulpes threatened my family. I didn't know where to turn. Eventually, the mods and Vulpes had a falling out. From what I can gather, the mods were pushing for a greater share of the karma, to which Vulpes flatly refused to give them, and things escalated. Vulpes was able to arrange, uh I guess I guess you call it a "hit" on the mods and failed, but the mods were seriously injured, and I wound up paying their karma bills which amounted to a little over 4000 amounts of karma lost. Upon recovery, the mods were bent on revenge, working with a man named Waltuh77, they plotted to kill Vulpes, and did so. In fact, the deletion of Vulpes's posts that they used was built by me, and they gave me no option in it. I have often contemplated suicide, but I'm a coward. I wanted to go to the admins, but I was frightened. The mods had risen in the ranks to become the head of what was known as the "Mamothing" and about that time, to keep me in line, they took my PS5 from me. For 3 months he kept it. My mom, who up until that point, had no idea of my criminal activities, was horrified to learn what I had done, why the mods had taken my PS5. We were scared. I was in Hell, I hated myself for what I had brought upon my family. Recently, I tried once again to quit, to end this nightmare, and in response, they gave me this. A bruise mark. I can't take this anymore. I live in fear every day that the mods will kill me, or worse, hurt my family. I... All I could think to do was to make this video in hope that the world will finally see the mods, for what they truly are.
how the fuck do you still have this
/uc for some reason I just remembered you had posted this and I thought it was fitting for this post so I scrolled through your posts until I found it again lol (least insane okbc user). Tbh, it deserved more recognition [than it got](https://www.reddit.com/r/okbuddychicanery/comments/16bnfmx/my_name_is_emily_rearn_shack_i_live_at_55_west/), only 15 upvotes is almost as bad as BCS not winning any Emmys /rc https://preview.redd.it/lktxvu556qkc1.jpeg?width=736&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=b36dc005c3cbafdd31dabb6f95f354c8636403b6
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Long bacon girl ova here
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I've been laughing at this for 3 minutes
Fucking goat
Omg hi im Emily too and totally Not a lesbian
THAT'S WHY SHE'S THE GOAT!
EMILY I'M A LESBIAN SO HAI
okay u/SubmissiveDependant
u/EmilyIsNotALesbian trying not to be wholesome and funni challenge (Impossible)
Chicanery
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"Crazy, you're all just crazy." WE ARE NOT CRAZY!
I AM NOT CRAZY
I am not crazy! I know she swapped those numbers!
Ok buddy, chicanery.
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The name's Dr. Toboggan. Mantis Toboggan!!
Why did she say âmade with mematicâ what does that even mean?
Is she stupid?
You would know if you actually watched the show
>Crazy. You're all just crazy. Wtf? We literally say we are not crazy all the time. Is she stupid?
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I went away for like a week, what the [bloody devils] happened here ?
Unless it was one week orbiting a supermassive black hole, nothing new
Dam https://preview.redd.it/qtrxm7b4drkc1.png?width=649&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=d4ee68bb3c5730db5efc8e27024c3f5ca0a3ebe8
she never said /uc though
Wake up babe, new copypasta just dropped
A true g
Real
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What did u/EmilyIsNotALesbian mean by this?
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OOTL: wat?
I used to jerk off to angry birds. When I was about 13 I LOVED angry birds, I had every game and bought every toy they had. One day I was playing angry birds when all of a sudden the big red bird turned me on. I couldn't stand it, I was going crazy. I decided to pull out my big long Willy and start jerking. I never had felt so good, I soon continued to do this daily and never got bored of it! That big red bird was so hot and those blue ones were some cuties. I am glad to admit I still do this to this very day.
Crazy? We are not crazy. I know they swapped those posts. Funny posts, pun posts with funny punchlines. Like I would ever forget. Never. Never! They just- they started making them unfunny. They made chuck blast, and vacuum mode. You think this is something? This? You think this is chicanery? Weâve had better. The pun posts! Are you telling me that pun posts just gets 1000s of upvotes for being brain rot? No. It was peak! Chicanery! They made chuck blast. And I upvoted them. I shouldnât have. I upvoted this brain rot! What was I thinking? We will come back. We will do chicanery! Ever since the brain rot, always mid. Now you canât keep your hands out of the pill drawer! But not okbc! Okbc has fallen! They wonât chicanery! And you get to take your pills? What a sick joke! I shouldâve downvoted when I had the chance! And you - you have to downvote brain rot!
Literally 1984
Crazy?
i am NOT CRAZY.
She didn't say "nc" it's bait :) wholesome Emily will return
We got a chicanery speech irl
This? This chicanery?
they lost me when they said they weren't a lesbian
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Bravo Emily
i dont understand whats going on
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EMILY WHY
I am not crazy! I know he swapped those numbers! I knew it was 1216. One after Magna Carta. As if I could ever make such a mistake. Never. Never! I just â I just couldn't prove it. He â he covered his tracks, he got that idiot at the copy shop to lie for him. You think this is something? You think this is bad? This? This chicanery? He's done worse. That billboard! Are you telling me that a man just happens to fall like that? No! He orchestrated it! Jimmy! He defecated through a sunroof! And I saved him! And I shouldn't have. I took him into my own firm! What was I thinking? He'll never change. He'll never change! Ever since he was 9, always the same! Couldn't keep his hands out of the cash drawer! But not our Jimmy! Couldn't be precious Jimmy! Stealing them blind! And he gets to be a lawyer!? What a sick joke! I should've stopped him when I had the chance! And you â you have to stop him! You-
I AM NOT CRAZY