Listen to “I’ve Got a Bunch of Coconuts” by Freddy Martin.
Casi (as the Cockney accent whore she actually is, in Great Britain): I can do it, ma’am. *she says to Lacey’s neighbors*
*she cries*
I am not this person! I’m a COUNTESS! *she screams*
The song ends.
Lem: But then I’m Emperor Constantine The Great Casi, and she’s my twin flame.
Casi: So, I can’t turn her into JFK to win?
God: I know you wanted to do that the whole time but no, I’m afraid as much as that seems like a good idea to you. It’s taking your pieces and just shoving them up your butt. It’s not cheating at the game, even.
It may sexually pleasure you, sweetheart, if you’re into anal sex, but you’re not playing Monopoly anymore.
*he laughs*
Casi: How did this end-up being all about me?
God: Because you were a very willing tool.
One of Lacey’s neighbors: Now that I am involved and I’m making sense and I’m scaring you? You don’t think you can take her down?
Casi: Lacey heard me crying in my spirit if there’s reincarnation and I obviously can’t handle it.
No, I mean I am incredibly stubborn and stupid and insecure, but I am not dumb enough to think that I’m actually currently a countess. I mean, I have some awareness of what’s going on.
I would say treat me like Satan.
*she laughs*
Don’t assume that I’m trustworthy for the record, but this is the Illuminati she’s being attacked by. There is a spiritual aspect to this and so I can step outside of my current shell and realize that I’m fucked, even if it’s temporary lucidity.
Lacey: Did-
If there’s reincarnation does that confuse you?
Casi: I think I have something wrong with my head and so it didn’t confuse me, but I got confused, because I’m screwed-up.
The Illuminati: So you have a personality disorder and you were reading yourself if there’s reincarnation as having more status then you’re currently recognized as having and so you twisted that in your head even though you knew that it wasn’t now and then you projected that onto Lacey and willfully decided that was her problem and not yours? 
