“The Big Show”

Return To Sender by Elvis plays.

A huge plastic Jesus falls from the ceiling. Along with glitter.

It lands on the stage. With a thud. A group of male exotic dancers.

Push the cracked plastic Jesus back up on stage. Back to a standing position.

Toxic by Britney Spears. Very loud.

A spotlight falls on Jack Schlossberg as he dances around on stage naked. Twirling. Twerking. Trying desperately to seem sexy to a group of amused and confused and non-straight Muslim men.

2:02

Joel Osteen’s voice is heard overhead. As Toxic is lowered to quiet background sound.

“Yes. We all like sex!

Is there anything wrong with that?

Jesus didn’t think so. He understood human suffering.

He said, ‘Let the little children to come onto me.’

I ask of you what’s the difference between wrong and right. We are all children in Jesus‘s sight.

Why can’t you let the U.S. Dollar be a symbol for you of free love, sex and intrigue? Hey…what’s wrong with sex and intrigue? Absolutely nothing!

I already said that Jesus loves sex!

We were asked today to demonstrate for you the power of God’s glory. But we can’t do that. We can’t enjoy sex today because the man on-stage even though he’s circumcised, is toxic. I know I don’t mean toxins in the air or in our water, even though that could be true for a lot of us, including Jack Schlossberg. I’m talking about the toxins in our hearts.

Jack Schlossberg is a liar and a cheat and a thief, he sure is. I was supposed to talk about his grandfather today, who is a serial rapist and who cheated repeatedly on his grandmother, and left her suicidal on more than one occasion, but Jack Kennedy Schlossberg is on-stage today as JFK Junior, who also was supposed to be standing in for him, had a last-minute emergency, namely, that he accidentally almost sent Lacey into a room where she was going to be molested by Satan and so she had to cut off his head.

Jack is evil and toxic! Look at him. He’s sexy! He arouses you and you think of JFK and his hot, handsome body and the way that he managed to seduce six foot four sexy Lem Billings into coming onto him hundreds of times each day. …I guess that’s fact…according to Wikipedia.

Ahh…so I guess what I’m trying to say is these men have it where it counts! Just look at his dick! Sure it looks a little average to below average, but you and I both know that with the Kennedy-know-how in those veins that he makes sex extraordinarily pleasurable and exciting. A virile hot man! As viral and virile as any man has ever come…according to USA Today, People magazine, Time magazine, and The Ladies Home Journal.

You know you want him to lick your balls and stick his hard cock up your butthole over and over until it makes you hurt. Yes thank you please! 

But hold on there! Just hold on for a second!

We Shall Behold Him by Sandi Patty plays.

I need to talk to you today about a way out. A way to escape to a land of FREEDOM.

0:41

And through the precious blood of Jesus, the Lamb sacrificed on the cross for our sins, our toxicity if you will, we are able to enjoy not just sex….but everything.

That’s right everything! Everything you’ve ever wanted. Jesus will give you all the desires of your heart.

1:28

All you have to do is just let us guide you!

1:43

Let us guide you into a better…happier place where all of Jack Schlossberg’s toxicity disappears and you can live in the land of freedom and happiness where you’re able to have his dick up your butthole whenever you want because in America we are free.

2:01

Yes, we are free. We are free in America to behold Him. Who do we behold? Not just Jack Schlossberg but me as well.” says Joel Osteen.

3:00

And at that Joel Osteen joins Jack Schlossberg onstage naked.

3:46

Joel Osteen stands and stares at the giant plastic Jesus.

4:17

Jack Schlossberg shrugs awkwardly and then turns and stands facing Jesus.

The idea seems to be to advertise their asses as they behold Jesus.

The song ends.

Nothin’ by N. O. R. E. plays.

“What Lacey intended for evil I will now use for Christ’s glory.

I’ve heard her play the song so many times it drives me crazy…but now I will use this song that she stole from my people as a way to seduce Jesus.

Ask questions later…if you please.” says Joel Osteen.

“My mommy says I have a weapon now and the weapon is prayer and intercession through the Holy Spirit to my sky daddy!” says Jack Schlossberg, spinning a Rosary around in the air.

The two men try to twerk and dance sexy for the Jesus. They prance around on stage in imitation of Taylor Swift? And yet also…as exotic dancers. Jack Schlossberg gives the Jesus a lap dance.

2:29

They do their best.

They dance around the giant plastic Jesus.

The song ends.

Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Could See plays.

The song plays until 1:22

Then it fades.

“That was called bridal intercession. It’s a practice in the Christian faith in America. See what we do is, we have a sexual relationship with Jesus in our hearts, because as part of the Bride of Christ, both Jack and I are Jesus’s little bitches.

That’s right we’re like sister brides or sister wives because we’re brothers-in-Christ but at the end of the day we’re both just Jesus’s little bitches.

You know how it goes! You get into endless bad relationships after bad relationships but with Jesus, there is a perfect relationship. No more bad relationships ever again. You’ll never need to worry about getting hurt or sad or having anything like that happen to you ever again. The relationship that Jack and I have with Jesus is big enough to hold all the love in the world. …It makes me eternally ecstatic. Ecstasy I said. Sex…intrigue…Christ.

Through bridal intercession, I am able to access Jesus’s VIP room. If I get an all access pass all the time baby.

So see that’s why you should get it on a real sweet deal…and suck His cock too. I know some of y’all already believe anyway that’s right I see you. *He winks and points*

With Jesus as your hubby in Heaven you get all the strings pulled that you could ever want.

But see all you have to do is just follow with me in prayer and say the following words say them out loud and then see-

So you know…then it’s not like you’re really sucking his cock…because I know most of us are actually just straight men. Right!? But we kind of get to suck his cock anyway, because Jesus understands our toxicity. And at the end of the day I chose this huge plastic Jesus because I wanted you all to understand that he’s big enough for everybody. There is a lot of that Lovin to go all around…if you know what I mean, boys!

So say the following words with me:

*Hypnotize by The Notorious B. I. G. plays*

Thank you Jesus for your mercy for your grace for your kindness, and for your enormous cock in Heaven through our ‘sky daddy Jesus.Thank you so much for coming into my heart and saving me right now from myself and from whatever thoughts I have going through my head that don’t align with you. Thank you so much for being my Lord and Savior whatever the fuck that even means anyway. Just basically forgive me for whatever I did wrong if sin is even a thing. And then, when I see you in Heaven I expect a whole hell of a lot of good Lovin. Your cock is hard, huge and right up my ass where I like it. I like it good!” says Joel Osteen.

The song plays louder.

2:15

The song plays.

Nobody said a thing.

The men walk away. Confused.

The song finishes.

Later.

Lena Dunham walks briskly about. Reading pamphlets and examining glitter that’s been scattered across tables. She smells a plastic cup. Looks inside.

“What is that?” she asks a cleaning crew member.

“Orange soda.” says the cleaner.

“Did they drink alcohol?” asks Lena.

The cleaner coldly shrugs. Then she walks off very coldly.

Lena smells the drink again.

“I just don’t understand why are you people didn’t realize that they needed to be drunk.” says Lena to the Illuminati in her head, aloud. The room is empty. But the Illuminati talks to her.

Perpetuum Mobile by Simon Jeffes plays.

And if there’s reincarnation it flows through Queen Elizabeth I and Scotia. Why is unclear.

The song ends.

“YOU HAVE TO BE MY FATHER!!!” shrieks Caroline Kennedy at Lacey Banks. “I CANNOT STAND IT!!”

“They LOOK SO MUCH ALIKE!” screams Caroline.

“What the fuck is she going on about?” says Princess Diana.

“They…are obviously different people!” says a reader.

“Ahh…not true. Every time she sends us telepathic mental images of herself…she looks like my father reincarnated.” says Caroline.

“So…you think the camera is covering it up?” says the CIA.

“YES!!!! THAT IS IT!” says Caroline.

“That’s so clearly my dad. The slim waist!” says Caroline, sincerely.

“Women are shaped that way.” says God.

“That’s an excuse.” says Caroline.

“No. They really are.” says God.

“No. She’s not a real woman. I can tell.” says Caroline.

“What’s wrong with her?” asks Putin.

“Her boobs are too big?” says Caroline “And yet not big enough!”

“Caroline I’m not going to post photos you’ll doubt anyway…of my naked boobs.” says Lacey.

“YOU HAVE TO!!!” shouts America.

“Mmm….NO!!” yells Russia.

“NO!!!! YOU HAVE TO!!!” yells America.

“There. They look close to that.” says Lacey.

“That looks good!” says Iran.

“You know…it does. But I have a very strong feeling that someone in America is trying to disagree.” says Lacey.

“They’re too pointy.” says Iran.

“No. They’re not.” says Lacey.

“Do you have to show people?” says Iran.

“Yes.” says Lacey.

“Okay. You are better.” says Iran.

“Lacey why don’t you dress more sexy?” says a Native American woman.

“I have to have Lem suck my cock!!!” begs JFK. “PLEASE!!”

“Why Lem?” asks Lacey.

“Because China paid for it?” he says, laughing.

“No. They did not.” says Putin.

“What does her butt look like again? I can’t remember.” says America.

“I think someone’s trying to imagine what she looks like in their head.” says John Lithgow.

“But if we don’t find out right now, we’re just gonna have…a serious natural disaster. Gosh I feel like Pat Robertson saying that…but I just feel like God is showing me…that we need to see her butt!” says Joel Osteen.

“Caroline I think she channels your father. I don’t think- I-I don’t think- I don’t think she is your father. I think she’s channeled him.” says John Lithgow.

“CAN WE SEE HER NAKED?!?” says Joel Osteen.

“NO!” says John Lithgow.

“Do you feel…pleasantly Canadian?” asks Lena Dunham.

“Yes.” says John Lithgow.

“I like it.” says Lacey.

Later.

Curb Your Enthusiasm Theme by Megaraptor plays.

Lacey’s daughter (cloned or original) is almost killed several times. But she giggles through it as God is protecting her… It involved the stairs again. No she didn’t fall. But she almost did. …And then Lacey’s son broke a spindle in their original staircase from 1914. And then a demonic entity manifested itself and yelled, “I’m not going anywhere!” And Lacey’s kids heard it but her husband insisted it was merely possible.

“But we all heard it!” said Lacey.

He shrugged.

“WE ALL HEARD IT!” says Lacey.

He remains silent.

“WE ALL HEARD IT!” says Lacey.

“I think it’s possible.” says her husband.

“Okay.” says Lacey almost ready to laugh at him.

What else he thinks could be happening is a mystery.

“What else could it be?” says Lacey.

She cast it out of their house in Jesus’s name.

“I think it’s possible!” he says.

And at that JFK races to find a kidnapper for her children.

X-men by Powerglove plays.

“Why are you attacking her kids?” says Vladimir Putin, intrigued.

“YOU ARE A COCK SUCKING GENIUS!” says JFK to Vladimir Putin.

“I don’t recall sucking your cock!” says Vladimir Putin, laughing.

“You MIGHT HAVE. And that’s good enough for me.” says JFK.

“Nope. I did not.” says Putin.

3:15

“No. YOU DID!” says JFK.

Jack starts tempting people to kidnap her kids. To get revenge. For Putin sleeping with her.

“I AM THE HAND OF JESUS!” says JFK.

The song ends.

E1M1 – At Dooms Gate by FamilyJules plays.

Jack hallucinates that his hand has turned into a giant penis. A giant penis that will work like a…controller…in a video game. He imagines bringing revenge to her via her children.

“Revenge for what!?” says the CIA.

“To help you defeat Putin.” says JFK.

“So you’re going to try to kidnap her kids…to get us…revenge? Because Putin slept with her?” says the CIA.

“Yes! It’s WAR!” says JFK. “He is a playboy. Like me. A player. …Game meet hand!”

“So…how does this help us Jack?” says a reader.

“Hold on!” says JFK. “I found a child molester in Minnesota nearby.”

“Jack! HOW DOES THIS HELP US!?” yells an American reader.

“I AM ON A MISSION!” says JFK.

“Jack…let’s not!” says an American reader.

“WE PREFER TO NOT BE NUKED DUDE!” says an American reader.

Rip & Tear by Mick Gordon plays.

“Fine. Then I get a shooter. We SHOOT THEM!” says JFK.

The song plays.

“I FOUND A LADY WITH A GUN IN HER PURSE!” says JFK.

He tries to tempt her to shoot Lacey’s kids and her husband.

She’s weirded out by it.

3:33

JFK starts jumping up and down.

“Help me. I do not know what to do!!!” he screams in terror.

And as the song ends he’s sucked back in time…where he still exists.

“I keep using Christians to resurrect him.” says Satan. “It doesn’t last long. But he’s in the present for a few minutes.”

“You know…I wish somebody would have some common sense and try to figure out whether or not there’s reincarnation because if there is I very easily could actually be Alexei Romanov and Lacey is an aristocrat and always has been one. I don’t think you people have any empathy for that at all.” says Vladimir Putin.

Lacey eats.

“What is it that she did that was so offensive?” says Tsar Putin.

“She just has more perfume than most people, and it was starting to annoy me.” says a perfume collector.

“Yes…but there are people with hundreds and hundreds possibly thousands of bottles of perfume all new in air-conditioned rooms. They’re very common on Instagram right now. How does my 500 bottle collection that I keep in a safe spot intimidate you. It is 500 bottles or so. Yeah…that’s a lot but there are people with enormous collections that are all very neatly organized in temperature controlled, light controlled rooms. I don’t understand why you would think that my collection is so upsetting.” says Lacey.

“Oh, because you’re not that special!” says the perfume collector to Lacey. “I psychically read that your mother doesn’t love you and that you’re ugly fucking bitch!” 

“My mother actually doesn’t love me…but I’m not an ugly fucking bitch..and I don’t really see why my mother not loving me would have anything to do with whether or not I would be able to own a perfume collection.” says Lacey, laughing.

“This doesn’t make sense but I have a feeling someone is actually thinking this. Let me explain what I think they’re trying to say. You’re not lovable.” says a European perfume collector.

“That is psychotic bullshit. I am lovable and again I don’t see why that has anything to do with Perfume. You’re not explaining anything.” says Lacey.

“You guys honestly I think we stepped in it. I think this blog could be real and I really think people are incredibly sadistic in relation to her but I don’t think they realize how stupid they are and so they end-up just making total jackasses of themselves.” says Dmitry. 

“That’s it I confess I put a curse on her so that she have sex with Vladimir Putin back in the 1930s. That’s right Lem you’re supposed to break the cost while you are life you never did that and so now she have sex with Find My Putin, most likely yes Vladimir Putin specifically she supposed to have sex with him but I didn’t think it would matter because I thought big difference it’s a future thing it won’t matter anyway. It probably won’t even happen because of Jesus Christ.” says JFK laughing.

“I am ready to confess.” says a perfume collector.

“Jack Kennedy you and your family ruined America!” says a reader.

“I have a hatred for you that I avoid because I’m jealous of your superiority. It’s not just that you collect more perfume it’s that you know what you’re doing. You know how to take the picture, you know how to say things to sound sophisticated because you actually are sophisticated in a way that I’m not. And I just I think people get sick of feeling inferior in relation to you.” says a perfume collector to Lacey.

“So you all sacrificed me because I made you beautiful pictures and put effort in and you just couldn’t get off on a narcissistic high in relation to me?” says Lacey.

“I might not figure that out either to be perfectly honest with you. You people are impossible to deal with!” says Tsar Vladimir Putin.

“I do have a superior ability to do things because I’m literally a genius from an upper class Old Money family and I have great artistic ability. That’s just reality. And I don’t understand what the fuck it is you people want from me.” says Lacey.

“I just assumed that you would be nice after we told you that.” says a reader.

“Why the fuck would I be nice!? Who the fuck are you all!? Jesus fucking Christ!?” screams Lacey.

“Do you mean like are we Jesus Christ like you should be nice to us are you saying that we think we’re Jesus Fucking Christ?” says a perfume collector.

“No I think you’re all delusional. You have an unbelievable amount of arrogance coming at me like you think you’re the fucking Holy Spirit throwing stones at me for being mildly upsetting to you. You fucking live my life YOU DOG!

You fucking live my life! You fucking dog!” yells Lacey. “No…you’re so-you’re so fucking self-righteous with your homosexuality. You’re such fucking imbeciles! You have no fucking clue! My husband was not gay! And you’re not better than me just because you stick your dick up some man’s asshole you fucking nitwit!” yells Lacey.

“I think you think we’re not really men!” says a gay man.

“No I think you’re men! I just think you’re disappointed that you can suck cock and not magically be more sexy and intelligent and superior in relation to me.

Oh you think you have it all fucking figured out! You’ll suck a cock and then you make me jealous!? How the fuck are you supposed be making me jealous!? I don’t want the man you suck you fucking jackass nitwits!” yells Lacey.

“I can’t stand being beneath you! I just can’t stand it. You’re right. I just can’t stand being not as good as you in my mind. I just can’t handle it. I just literally go insane.” say all living gay men to Lacey.

“Do you have any idea why?” says Lacey.

“And I don’t understand who the hell you are and I can’t fathom it. It’s just like I cannot wrap my brain around the concept of you at all.” say most living gay men to Lacey.

“I can’t figure out and so I think I begin being narcissistic slightly and evil and I start filling in the gaps with bullshit and then people play with my head who are dead and alive and I start thinking stupid stuff.” says a living gay man in the perfume community.

“Yeah, do you understand why she’s hurt?” says Tsar Putin.

“I guess because she just probably was thinking I might be not like a friend but kind of like a friend.” says a gay perfume collector.

“Yeah I think you’re cruel. I think you know how lonely I am, but I think it makes you really happy to reject me in an incredibly sadistic way and then you tell me things like, ‘Oh you’re better than me.’ after eight years and then I’m supposed to feel sorry for you. I do feel bad but I don’t feel good about pitying you too much because I don’t think that’s good for you because it seems to me like what you’re doing is very evil.” says Lacey.

“Are you a very mild mannered person?” he says.

“Yes, she is extremely mild mannered!” says Lem.

“So to you, we must seem insane?” he says.

“Yes. I don’t- It’s insane. I just it-It’s very-it’s very hard to handle.” says Lacey.

“But you would never tell anyone that!” he says.

“Where are you going with this? No she would never tell anyone that because she’s a nice person. Where are you going with this!?” says Lem.

“I don’t know.

So you were actually a straight guy who genuinely thought he was gay and totally fucked up his entire life because it never really works…and you seriously just totally got confused?” he says to Lem.

“If by confused, you mean that I thought I was gay and then, when I was old, I realized that my life was a total flop, and I killed myself then yes.” says Lem.

“Do you actually like Mind Games perfume?” he asks Lacey.

“I do but I’m a little suspicious of it but I do like it.” says Lacey.

“I don’t like it.” he says.

“You know that’s a trick that you all play on me constantly and I’m quite sick of it. Why the fuck am I supposed to care?” says Lacey.

“Yeah. I don’t. I don’t like it.” he says.

“Why!?” says Lacey.

“Because it’s just so- To me it is off-putting. It’s like there’s like nothing to it.” he says.

“I have a noticed- I know what you mean but I find that when I’m really anxious and I wear it it has a sort of calming effect because at first it’s very quiet but then over time it sort of develops but very slowly and very politely. I just, I can’t figure out if it’s good formula or bad formula. Some perfumes I actually am not convinced are safe to wear because I feel like there’s something in them that might not actually be good for us. Some niche perfumes feel a little too toxic to me and I can’t figure out what it is. It’s in them but I can figure something it out. They’re not all like that, but a few of them are and so I don’t wear them and I can’t figure out if Mind Games is one of them or not.” says Lacey.

He walks away.

“How did I offend him?” says Lacey.

“I agree!” says Putin.

They eat Cincinnati chili on spaghetti together.

Later.

“You ever wish she had bigger tits?” says JFK to Putin.

“No.” says Putin.

“Oh, really how do you motorboat those?” says JFK.

“What is motor boating anyway. I’ve never been able to figure it out because the propeller goes round and around and that isn’t motorboating. I’ve done that with Lacey but we’ve never motorboated.” says Lem.

“I mean you either know what it is or you don’t.” says JFK.

“I mean that is frustrating because I don’t know what it means and neither does she and nobody will tell either one of us and I’m not sure Vladimir knows either.” says Lem.

“What is the idea?” says a Russian.

“It’s totally unclear. It seems like men in America motorboat women’s breasts. It’s like they make this buzzing sound, and then they sort of flop their head around. A woman’s breasts would have to be very close together.” says Lem. 

“We could make them that way!” says a Russian man.

“Yes but that’s not what’s indicated. The man that told us about this, I am a ghost remember, described it without any hand gestures just a lot of shaking of his head and the sound of a motorboat.” says Lem laughing.

“No…it’s-it’s just that you-you-you were supposed to like make that sound, yeah you’re doing that shit-“ says an American man.

“No I’m not! I don’t make motorboat sounds during sex. Why would you make the sound of a boat during sex?” says Lem.

“But really a motor? No, I mean that sounds like a horror film.” says Lacey.

“It’s not that great!” says Putin. He looked it up.

“Then why did they make such a big deal out of it?” says Lacey.

“To seem cool.” says Putin.

Lacey thinks. “NO I CAN’T STAND IT!” she says.

“I agree.” says Putin.

“Lacey…who told you that!?” says Lem.

“Alex.” says Lacey.

“He was trying to be complicated.” says Lem.

Lacey’s too upset to respond.

“She wasn’t just saying that you two are attracted to each other. And it’s unbearable. She’s saying this whole thing is unbearable. And actually…she is with me…which makes your attraction to each other even more…painful.” says Lem. “I did look gay. But not really. It was an act.”

“I look gay. But…then when you really look…you can tell. …I really was straight.” says Lem.

“OH!” says Putin. “Oh no. Lem. I can’t.”

“You have to really look.” says Lem.

“I’m too…” says Putin.

“THEN WHAT IS THIS!?? Last night I almost made love with Lacey. And you got offended. You got hurt! I know you got hurt. …How do you reason that through??” yells Lem.

“I was actually straight. My eyes look gay. But…I’m straight.

Vladimir, Your Royal Highness, what do you want from me!? …I was straight. And I’d like to make love to my wife. It’s been a while. And it’s…not as if I’m dying. But…she could.” says Lem.

He thinks. “Are you threatening me?”

“HARDLY!” says Lem. “I’d just like to know why you don’t pursue her…if you’re so damn in love.”

“Marriage is out of the question.” says Tsar Putin.

“WHY!??” says Lem. “WHY DO YOU EXPECT ME TO TOLERATE THAT!?”

“Are you holding me hostage or does he not care?” asks Lacey.

September by Wallerstedt plays.

“I don’t…care enough.” he says.

“Well…then. Why were you so damn hurt when I almost made love to Lacey last night?” asks Lem.

“Because I was!” says Tsar Putin.

“It wasn’t a narcissistic insult. I NEED HER!” yells Lem.

“YOU DON’T NEED HER!!” yells Bobby and JFK.

“NO! I DO!!” yells Lem.

“SHIT!!!” yells Putin.

“Yeah. I’m on to you.

You do care…you liar! You’re madly in love with my wife. But you had and have no intentions to do anything about it.

So…what are you planning to do? Let it eat you up inside?” says Lem.

Putin thinks.

“Look…I admire you. But…I really was straight.” says Lem.

“Look at me. You think I’m straight. Then you look at my hands and think I’m gay. But look at me! I’m straight. It’s there. …And you know what…it’s CREEPY.

Because…it means she’s partially dead.” says Lem. “Why are you torturing yourself with her?”

“Because she’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman.” he says.

“But you’re not going to ever see her now? Or what?” says Lem.

“The war isn’t about me. Or is it?” says Lacey.

“It is. In part.” says Putin.

“Then…why aren’t you with her right now?” says Lem.

Putin thinks. “Are you warning me?”

“Yes. …She’s…okay. But my daughter did almost die again. And there have been numerous close calls. …I’m DYING INSIDE FOR HER. To join me. And our kids. …And I’m just trying to find out how…hurt you’ll be. Because I care about your country.” says Lem.

“So you can touch her?” says Putin.

“I can. And do. It’s quite different than what people might imagine. It’s…been mocked. But…it’s real. …But it’s not good enough. And I need her here.” says Lem. “I need to completely experience her. And I need her to completely experience me. Look…I can’t let you stumble in war. Nor can I let her get hurt. …Are you torturing yourself? Or what?”

“I’m…in love. But I have no intention to marry her.” says Putin.

“But what if she dies!??” yells Lem.

Princess Kate freaks out.

“Is it possible you might be suicidal if she dies?” says Lem. “I’m WORRIED.”

“I’m still waiting for you to all realize that this is real.” says God.

September by Sparky Deathcap plays.

“So you’re telling me that this isn’t working?” says Putin.

“She’s so close to death. And Jack is in intense denial. Because he’s essentially destroyed her life…my life…and- I want to know if you’re his ally…or mine!?” says Lem.

September by Wallerstedt plays.

“Lem what is she dying from?” says a reader.

“A psychic killing.” says Lem. “Don’t worry. You’ll win Ukraine. Hopefully. But you aren’t my friend…if you don’t care.”

“Melania can’t be bothered. And neither can Vladdy.” says Lacey. “Or so it seems.”

“You all are getting so damn high off a false sense of superiority.” says Lem. “Just because you can…doesn’t mean you are.”

“You’re an elite coven.” says Lacey. “That’s all.”