Lem: We’re going to start editing posts.
That was Dick Cavett. In the last post.
Lacey, is being misunderstood. And set-up. And he wanted to help.
She needs to edit this blog.
*a moment later*
Lem: Lacey…do you love me?
Lacey: Yes.
Lem: I know.
They’re not able to read your tone. You have to have less faith in your audience. Far less faith.
Lacey: What will they think of the last post?!
*She says, slightly worried*
It was supposed to be humorously mocking me. And it was hilarious in person when we were talking.
Lem: It’s not your fault. …You truly are being set-up.
And you’re in hiding. You’re fighting for your life with the Illuminati. So, you’re sounding stupid to hide what you’re actually saying.
Do you have any idea why they’d be attacking you?
Lacey: Honestly!? …I offended someone’s ego. …And sadly, that’s 90% of it.
Lem: You suddenly can write. *he laughs*
*He thinks*
They should not…have messed with you. It was a terrible idea.
