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“At the end of the last post a man tried to shoot Lacey in the head. She physically felt it in her head. It did not however work.” He pauses. “And she just felt something again. And you’re trying to shoot Lacey in the head through witchcraft using the afterlife because you’re child predators in Ireland, making millions of dollars for the nation of Ireland and I know that, I know that a lot of liberal Hollywood and unfortunately a great deal of the nation of Ireland makes money off of selling children into hostage situations where they’re then tortured brutally, risking sending their tormented, confused brains to eternal Hell. No, you have no excuse. When she said, you should possibly shoot yourself she was being kind, but you took it as an insult because you’re a narcissistic dog.” says Joe Kennedy Sr..

“Joe it’s not my fault. I’m just insane.” says the asshole Irishman who may have just fucked over all of Ireland.

“Then why are you saying enough to tell me that and not shoot yourself?” asks Joe.

And at that the Illuminati tries to break Lacey’s neck using witchcraft.

“We gotta make the money.” says the dumb-as-fuck and desperately evil living Illuminati.

Drive by Warpaint plays.

“I’m a lucky charm!” sings the man. “I’m a lucky charm!”

“He’s singing along to Drive.” explains Molly McQuillan.

“Yes!! But I’m lost.” says Lacey.