Jackie Explains

I Love It by Icona Pop plays.

“My rap song was about my hatred for Jews. And my insistence on marrying a gentile.

It was also about my lack of understanding of Jack’s sexual orientation. And my inability to understand that I wasn’t the winner…coupled with the fact that I also believed he’d love me despite it all if I just tried hard enough to convince him. I was a heartbroken narcissist.

It was also about…his family’s criminal history. And their wealth.

Then it was about our inability to govern the country. And our…part in the process of the Democratic Party resorting to kidnapping children and selling their already tortured bodies and souls into horrific torture to make money.” says Jackie.

“Yeah. Most of Jr kids would rather be dead. The first night. Some beg to die. But my conscience has been washed in the blood of every Hollywood celebrity who’s ever died and consented or been stolen. So…I’m not too dang worried.” says a chief child molesting man in the Illuminati.

“And…you’re just in competition with already existing suppliers.” says Lacey.

“Yes.” he says. “We don’t really kill them. We just pretend to to hurt you in the future and get our egos off now.”

“That’s probably not true.” says Lacey.

“Dammit! How does she know?!?” asks the man.

“I do it. I pay them off.” says Bill Gates.

“No! You’re betraying us, Bill.” says the man.

“Why doesn’t he just shoot you?” asks Lacey of the man.

Heliocentricity by Takénobu plays.

“He could.” he says.

“I suppose you’re not totally worthless? Or he’s afraid you’re going to Hell.” says Lacey. “You’re so vile. I can’t imagine being in your mind. As bad off as the kids are. You’re…worse. You’re almost completely hopeless in reality. …Just repent. The rest is between you and Christ.”

“I’m not sane enough to repent. I can see why Kathleen thought I should just die.” says Becca’s conscience.

“Becca maybe you’re just special and you like kids huh?” asks a pedophilic woman.

“Are you a sunshine ray, or a daffodil blossom under butts?” asks Becca.

“I think I’m a daffodil blossom under butts.” says the woman, thinking Becca is being funny.

“Gobblesmack.” says Becca.

“Oh that’s funny! Hey don’t talk to me like I’m an idiot.“ says the woman.

“You’re mean.” says Becca.

“No, I am very nice and I’m trying to help you understand yourself.” says the pedophilic liberal U.S. woman.

“Chicken chops.” says Becca

“Oh, you’re funny.” says the pedophilic liberal U.S. woman.

“Ding dong guess who’s home? A little mouse named Henry and all the people said goodbye Henry, runaway.” says Becca.

“Becca are you schizophrenic?” ask Lacey’s haters, with hope.

“You’re talking to my conscience in my subconscious.” says Becca.

“That’s not a thing. I would know. I’m an expert on telepathy.” says the hater.

“Zebra zip they close their feathers and fly away towards the moon where all the little birdies live where’s the treetops in sunshine, and now I shall kill you.” says Becca’s subconscious conscience.

“This is your conscience?!?” asks the woman.

“My conscience is confused as is yours, but I’m smarter than you and better bred and older which is why I now think because Lacey’s yelled at me that I should just kill you instead of molesting you.” says Becca.

“I would rather be lit. I would rather be alive I would rather be lived and be with you.” says the woman.

“Oh I am going to like you!” says Becca menacingly.

“I don’t like the way you’re saying that.” says the woman.

“And I think your eyes would make good soup.” says Becca laughing.

“You are like Lem. I’ve had in my head this whole time that you were good and Lacey was evil. See I can be complicated too. And the truth is I’m probably not normal myself. How do you like me?” she says.

“I love you!” says Becca.

S.T.A.Y by Hans Zimmer plays.

“I love you too.” she says.

“What do you taste like?“ asks Becca.

“Probably kind of salty.” says the woman.

“Then I’ll turn you into a soup.” says Becca.

Awkward silence.

“I will turn you into a soup with tomatoes, carrots, celery, and probably dandelion greens because I have a feeling you are salty.” says Becca.

“You mean you’re literally gonna turn me into a soup Becca? I thought we were having a real sexy conversation.” says the woman.

“I don’t know who or what you are but I get the sense in my subconscious that I’m talking to a fatted animal that if I killed would taste something like bacon. Hey that sounds good. I’m gonna make bacon out of you and that’s gonna be pretty good.” says Becca.

“I’m a human Becca.” someone says on her behalf.

“You don’t seem human. You seem like a pig, but shaped like a goat.” says Becca.

“Is this really your subconscious Becca or are you trying to be protective of Lacey in the afterlife?” asks Maria Seay.

“No I think it’s just bacon. I just think it’s going to be bacon.“ says Becca.

“That was a young woman, Becca.” says the DNC.

“Did they serve you with Matt and Kate’s wedding? That would’ve been tasty but I bet there’s a lot of fat.” says Becca.

“No that was that was a woman Becca.” says the DNC.

“I don’t like people very much sometimes. And things are pretty and I think today I’m going to have bacon so just kill yourselves and then have someone process your meat then I’ll just make you in my frying pan. I think you might like it, it’s gonna taste really good.” says Becca.

“No, we’re human Becca.” says the evil Illuminati.

“No, you’re cheap shitty meat.” says Becca. She walks off in a huff.

“That’s not very nice to say about meat.” says Lacey.

“It’s true. Lacey’s a lamb. We took care of lambs at the farm. …Sweet little lamb.” says Becca.

“Lem. Not lamb.” says Lem.

“Lem!?!” yells Becca. “Oh! He’s my uncle?”

“No. He’s not. …He’s not.” says Lem.

“You’re a real twerp!” Becca yells Lacey. “You’re a Seay!”

“No. I’m a Billings.” says Lem.

“Yeah. We’re not related to them.” says Becca.

“You’re not aware.” says Lem.

“I’m a Billings.” says Becca.

“Nope.” says Lem.

“Witches!” says Becca.

“Huh.” says John Seay. He picks up his daughter and hopes to carry her home when she dies. Possibly to be essentially given a brain transplant. It’s what she claims she wants in Christ.

Cello Suite No. 1 by Bach plays.