Mishima

They’ve sadistically bullied Lacey for over seven years. They could have found ways to deal with it all more appropriately but it’s like they can’t entirely control themselves. And that’s their fault.

This morning as Lacey woke up she saw a man who looked like Colin Jost dressed as Michael Rockefeller. Not necessarily Colin Jost but someone who looks like Colin Jost. …He was trying to mimic Michael Rockefeller.

*Lacey laughs*

Apparently this man is exhausted trying to channel Michael Rockefeller. Somehow the Illuminati convinced him that he either was Michael reincarnated or they thought he had the same “vibe” as Michael Rockefeller. He’s not Michael.

Sunday by DJ Day plays.

But Lacey has had problems with Hollywood casting choices for decades. It seems that overseas the casting has been better. But in the US they rarely get it truly right.

“You all misunderstood me too.” says Lem to them.

“We think the Colin Josts of the world are fantastic but they are themselves.” says Lacey.

Lacey stares in rage at God, but still worships him while a witch tries to express how she’s able to be like Maria Callas. It’s because they’re alike.

“The thing is…you’re edging us toward extinction.” says Lacey. “Just because the music still can be heard doesn’t mean you’re not going to Hell for your evil if you don’t repent.”

“She’s not channeling me.” says Maria Callas.

“Then what am I doing?” a witch asks Lacey.

You’re just impersonating her and then you lose track of your reality and demons fool you.” says Lacey. “She may be there, actually. It’s like you called her phone number maybe? So she listens or God does. And at times maybe God does allow us to hear the ghost’s response or even channel them for our protection but it’s not like it happens so often and so so easily. And in some cases like pedophilia things are thankfully impossible. …I suspect it’s not meant to be impossible to contact Michael Rockefeller but I think it has become impossible.”

“Can we contact any of your gang other than you?” asks a witch.

“Not likely.” says Michael.

“You’re literally enslaving their kids. Literally.” says a reader of the blog. They mean to suggest that the Illuminati needs to wake-up and realize that they’ve got those ultra elite dead people’s kids in horror shoes they’ve made their lives. Based on some deranged idea of their parents or a Satanic fouled up sacrifice Lacey’s family to control oil and clean energy both.

“How do you sense that?” asks Mr. Blue without irony of the blog reader.

Astronaut In The Ocean by Masked Wolf plays as Mr. Blue has decided that that’s his “vibe.”

“There is no God!!” yells the crowd who claim to be protecting Mr. & Mrs. Blue and Co..

“I’m sorry, but you’re wrong.” says Lacey. “There is a God but the entities you’re talking to may or may not be able to handle that fact.”

Let The Drummer Kick by Citizen Cope plays.

Lacey listens to fight them using the Holy Spirit and the fools insist they will prevail.

“Nah, bitch! We is poor!” says the American Catholic Church to Lacey. Possibly the Western Catholic Church.

“Oh! And in your pathetic state Jesus compensates?” asks Lacey. “Then where is your Jesus power?”

“Should we just blow up the west?” China asks Lacey kindly.

She breathes a sigh of relief. Now things are on the right track again.

But before the Illuminati can intelligently process the situation at hand Mr. Blue insists his presence.

“She came in through me. I’m her handler!” he insists.

“You inculcated me in against my will.” says Lacey.

“Dammit! Why does she always demand that her little life matters to us?!” asks Erin. “Wait, no I get it. It’s because her kids are in sex slavery now. But…it’s still annoying. She isn’t Wobbly.”

“It’s a lie. There’s no way all those kids could be kids anyway.” says a Western witch.

“That’s not true. They’re all my kids.” says Lacey. She thinks. “Now don’t try to get them to attack me. And don’t be stupid.” She thinks. “It’s your fault they’re suffering. And possibly not mine at all.”

“It’s funny. It’s like they don’t get that we could just kill you all.” says Putin.

“It’s up to you.” Lacey says to Putin, cheerfully. But she prays he does press it if necessary. And actually most Americans agree.

“Push the button!” yell the pedophilic arrangers at Putin through Lacey.

“You can’t tell Putin what to do.” says Lacey.

And then the pedophilic arrangers believe it works anyway. Because they can’t process that they’re insane. And they can’t process that they want Putin to kill them and put them out of their misery of being so lost to life. …Because going to Purgatory or close to Hell is better than being alive if you’re a pedophile.

“Listen, if Putin doesn’t kill you…maybe we can get a hurricane or something to kill you all.” says Lacey. “How about an earthquake?”

She’s being serious.

“I just don’t get how your family’s oil matters in this conversation. And honestly…I don’t really understand the Electoral College.” says Erin.

“I don’t get the Electoral College either. I mean…why does it matter. Right?” asks Mr. Blue.

“Do you respect the Norwegian Royal Crown?” asks a self-titled pleb of Mr. Blue.

He laughs. He pretends to be shooting basketball hoops like a cocky jock. “I’m not threatened by them or you.”

“‘Yeah, you and who’s army!’ is my favorite thing to say to people like that.” says Erin who will now call Batgirl III. Why Batgirl III. Because Erin is being mocked for being such a stupid loser by Lacey. If you use logic it’s quit obvious that Lacey is the one who’d call her Batgirl. Right?

Erin is Batgirl? Yup. Not the actual Batgirl. She’s a fake Batgirl who saves the city at night from oil. She goes to the gas stations and finds what she considers clever ways to drain our oil supply by flooding the streets with it.

“See…if Lacey is too powerful because of her oil…and if the gas is connected to her oil…then…if I extinguish it from the pump then…it’ll set the flow.” Erin says to herself coyly. “It’s my evil plan!” *she cackles* And she believes that through witchcraft it’ll work.

Silence.

“Oil is…not cool. I can control it.” says Erin.

“What do you mean?” asks Michael Rockefeller.

Erin snarls a laugh.

“It’s whatever God thinks is best. I’m sorry I can’t offer a better response at this time.” Lacey says to the Chinese.

Silence.

“Go on Erin.” says Michael.

“You’re not relevant!” Batgirl III says to Michael. “See! That pause was because I’m superior to you! I’m wreaking havoc!”

“Tell us more about your plans in the gas stations!” says Lacey.

“I don’t do that!” says Batgirl III. “You are making a joke of my life.” She seethes. “I make myself a star everyday. You’ve never made yourself a star.”

Lacey yawns. “Tell us more about my inferior family or your impression of what the Electoral College is.” says Lacey.

“It’s like a college. From the Latin collegium.” says Erin a.k.a. Batgirl III. Batgirl III as in Batgirl the third. Apparently there were two other similar Batgirls?

Later.

Batgirl III starts a fire in the stream of oil flowing down the street. Somewhere in Illinois.

Why?

Shine by Wild Belle starts playing.

“Why? Why is the Electoral College important if it’s like a college?” Lacey asks Erin.

“Because it’s Latin. See I just get the cheat codes.” she says, filing through the cheat codes to the world in her purse with her long, fake plastic nails.

“And then what do you do with them?” Lacey asks as the fire spreads.

Batgirl III stares ahead in defiance of Lacey.

“I take no credit for Erin because if I do I have to be an atheist to fathom myself.” interrupts the entire Middle East and Africa.

“Why is the Electoral College important?” Lacey asks Batgirl III.

“Because it’s…like a college.” she says.

“How does it affect us?” asks Lacey of Batgirl III.

“It makes it all gel together like a cake.” says Erin.

“What answer does Batgirl III have?” asks Lacey.

“I don’t know.” she says. “But if I think about it with help I do.”

“So with your Millennial intellect-hacks and the help of the Illuminati you seem like you know more than you do.” says Lacey.

Batgirl III laughs.

“Are you proud to be truck driver’s daughter?” Lacey asks her.

Batgirl III looks miffed.

“Why are you starting that fire?” she asks Erin.

Batgirl III stares at Lacey in response.

“Why are you starting that fire?” Lacey asks her.

“I didn’t.” says Batgirl III.

“Yes! You did.” says Lacey.

“I can’t help it.” she says.

“You like fire?” Lacey asks.

“I just thought it would release the facilities from compensation rights.” says Batgirl III.

“Hey, no thanks, lady!” Mr. Blue appears to save Erin by calling Lacey a pedophile for talking to Erin considering how stupid Erin is in comparison to Lacey.

“But by that logic Erin, as an adult, should be allowed to start the fires?” asks Lacey. “If she was a child breathing you and your pedophilic order would claim to feel morally offended. And you’d use that pretense you created in the Illuminati to molest the children and feel you might be morally correct.” She thinks. “That’s idiotic. And you’re so stupid maybe you should just all actually be euthanized?” She thinks. “And now, if we don’t get to it and Jill you all…quickly…you’ll cause more chaos? Abuse more kids?”

“How did Batgirl III and Mr. Blue and Mrs. Blue turn abusing kids into almost a genuinely good thing in plebs’ minds?!” asks a reader.

“Through their Illuminati privileges awarded by their employers and those higher up who work for, etc., etc..” says Lacey.

“So they’re trying to crucify Michael Rockefeller’s wife?” asks the perfume community, giggling.

“Be careful.” Lacey says to the perfume community.

Silence.

“Did your family teach you that you had an excuse to be evil?” Lacey asks Erin.

“I’m Erin from a farm family and we kick ass!!” says Batgirl III.

“So you like to start fires?” asks Lacey.

“Yeah! Sure do! You betcha!” says Erin, a.k.a. Batgirl III.

Humoring her in a likely attempt at self-defense, “So…you should start fires everywhere. Just start lighting gas stations on fire with the proper warning made to the police and gas station owner first.”

“Good idea.” say the Christian Charismatics.

“How about you also go to Ireland and try to investigate the caves with Mr. Blue. Literally.” says Lacey.

Silence.

“Have the Illuminati open up one of those caves. Literally. Go inside. Look around.” says Louis.

“We can’t.” says Erin.

“Why not?” asks Lacey.

“Because we jus can’t!” says Erin.

“Why not?” asks Lacey.

“Because we have work to do.” Erin says.

“Well, you’re not child sex slaves so what’s the problem if you’re so elite?” asks Lacey.

“So you want literally Chris and Erin to go into a cave alone?” asks Mr. Blue.

“An ancient, sealed Celtic cave used during Samhain.” says Lacey. She thinks. “Just a second. I’ll find one.” She thinks. “Turns out the sealed cave I had hoped to find may not be easily researched online at a moment’s notice. So…how about Oweynagat Cave.” says Lacey.

“You want Mr. Blue and I to literally physically go to Oweynagat Cave to figure out what’s going on sorta?” asks Batgirl III.

“To get a sense of who you’re talking to.” says a demon. “See…there are demons who the Irish worshipped and they might meet you there.”

“Wow! Should that demon be allowed to tell them that? That’s self-defeating for the demons.” says Lacey.

“So…Oweynagat Cave?” asks Erin.

“Yeah?” says Lacey, laughing.

“What if I don’t want to go there with Mr. Blue.” says Erin.

“Why?” asks Lacey. “It’s creepy?” She thinks. “Why is it creepy?”

Someone suddenly accuses Lacey of having sex with Erin a.k.a. Batgirl III.

“No! Certainly not!!! Never! If she’s raped me while I was unaware then maybe she’s raped me, but it’s never been consensual and it’s never been something I was or am aware of. I’m not attracted to anyone but men. And I’ve never-I don’t do that to myself. That’s vile. I know I’m not a lesbian.”

The Illuminati then erupts in chaos to Breathe Deeper. They start struggling to find a way to destroy Lacey and her kids and family.

“Mr. Blue spiritually walks into the Oweynagat Cave and what happens? His eyes light up.” says Lacey. “As in, they glow in the dark.”

“Aliens?” asks an Elon Musk.

“Or something earthly.” says Lacey. “And horrific? Or…sad?” She thinks. “Do you see well in the dark?” she asks him. “Or perhaps candlelit caves?” She thinks. “How do you conjure things so naturally?”

“Chris, are we very distantly related?” Joe Jr. asks him.

“That’s an interesting-“ starts a man in the Illuminati.

“So…we still need to physically go into the caves?” asks Batgirl III of Lacey.

“Yes!” says Lacey.

“Why?” asks Erin, the Batgirl III of Oweynagat Cave.

“I’m Mr. Blue by day and Batman when I want evil or when I want fries or when I want free tickets.” says Mr. Blue.

“Of Oweynagat Cave?” asks Lacey.

“Or some Samhain Cave?” asks Louis Hill.

“Or some occult practice in where Eastern Europe? Italy?” Lacey asks Mr. Blue.

He seemingly isn’t sure.

Madoff

So turns out it was Bernie Madoff’s wife who suggested to Mrs. Blue that when Lacey vaguely considered having a real romantic relationship with Mr. Blue in 2015 that she be throttled into literal Hell? Using the Illuminati.

“They owe me a favor. Take her out like your husband wants.” said Ruth to Mrs. Blue.

Or is that a lie? A lie cleverly constructed lie to confirm all you darkest suspicions about Lacey being the true source of evil in our story.

“It’s just…I was married to Mr. Blue not you!” she says to Lacey in tears.

Flustered by the massive bullshit, Lacey calms herself and considers what to do.

“You’re making Jews and the Irish look like kikes and zombies.” says a dead Irish singer who feels repulsed.

Mr. Blue, feeling soo sexy looks into his wife’s eyes. His wife falls for it all.

Linger by the Cranberries plays.

Mr. and Mrs. Blue look into each other’s eyes. They seem lost to each other.

Lacey is repulsed.

“You’re not his wife!!” yells Mrs. Blue at Lacey snugly, triumphantly.

“I highly suspect I fell in love with the Mr. Blue persona you use to lie to people who don’t know about the Illuminati.” says Lacey.

“Lies!” yells a menacing, psychologically violent Boomer at Lacey. He then tries to rape her twice. She resists twice.

The Loudest Perfume Hater cracks-up laughing. A lot of people were fooled into thinking Lacey was in love with them in 2014 through 2015 either through their own narcissism or through a horrendous spiritual attack on Lacey.

“Who were you in love with from 2014 to 2015?” asks Georgiania of Lacey.

“Is Lacey being indicted?” the CIA asks Georgiania.

“They killed her instead of me. Yesterday Lacey told me to go die and so I shook my ass like a champion and they killed her instead.” says Erin.

Broken by Lund.

“I’m so broken! It’s hard for people who don’t understand what they do to me to understand.” says Erin. “I’m your victim!”

Wobbly grins. Licks his lips.

“Yummy!” Wobbly says, trying to sound menacing.

Lacey is losing interest.

The demons of perversity keeping the evil all alive while others suffer will surely torture them in Hell for eternity. If they don’t repent.

“I don’t understand. Was she expected to be be a mind reader or were you expecting her to feel too socio-economically inferior to notice him at all? Or what?” asks Rocky of Mrs. Blue.

Silence.

“Why don’t you get it? She’s not like you!” says Michael to Mr. & Mrs. Blue who sadistically attack Lacey with attempted molestation of her and other vile bullshit for years.

“I can’t empathize with her! She took my life and my family and boiled frogs in my kitchen. I have the videotape!!” says Mrs. Blue. Or is it Mrs. Boys? The Illuminati sex ring run by her friends uses Mrs. Blue to spiritually molest boys? Except why? Why would that evil cause Mrs. Blue to trip and attack Lacey.

Well…regardless…she’s obsessedobsessed with thinking Lacey is in love with her husband. She attacks Lacey endlessly. It’s bizarre.

Lacey has reiterated probably a dozen times that she’s never been in love with Mr. Blue as his real self. Lacey’s reiterated an apology at least four or five or over a dozen times over the years for crushing on her husband (and falling in love with his persona) for a year or two while Mr. & Mrs. Blue had a seemingly open marriage. They’ve never apologized for anything. …ANYTHING. …The Illuminati has apologized but not Mr. & Mrs. Blue.

“I was in love for real with a possible ghost.” says Lacey.

“See! That’s what happens when you fall in love a demon!! There are no ghosts!! You Wiccan evil one!!!” screams the Protestant Charismatics at Lacey. “You’re possessed!!”

“So this is all my fault?! Because I…I…fell in love…possibly…with a ghost?!?! And I desperately tried to bring it before God the whole time. I did. Fervently! That’s insane!!!” says Lacey.

“I know you loved him!” Wobbly and Mrs. Blue say to Lacey with conviction and confidence about Mr. Blue.

Lacey laughs. She wonders if Wobbly is making a joke. She sincerely wonders.

“The thing is, sure it was Mr. Blue I interacted with but I didn’t…know him. I didn’t. He’s not who I thought he was.” says Lacey.

“When did you fall in love with me? Tell me more about how handsome I am.” Mr. Blue says?

“I never really loved you.” says Lacey apologetically. “Sorry!” She’s being sincere, sweet, and genuinely apologetic.

“We don’t fall in love that way!” says Mrs. Blue proudly?

“Yes, I hear you. But…I was horribly wrong about what kind of people you both were. Trusting my gut isn’t always safe in situations like this. Is it? I trusted you two to not be heinous criminals.“ Lacey thinks. “Is any part of your psychology normal?” She thinks. “Ironically enough I’d never have fallen for Bernie Madoff’s financial lies but I believed that your handlers wouldn’t ruin your persona so much. You’re obscenely different than your personas.” says Lacey.

“Go to Hell!!!” Liberals yell at Lacey.

“That’s a stupid insult.” says Rocky go them.

“So you really think I’m that dramatically different from my persona?” Mr. Blue asks.

“Yes. You are.” says Lacey.

“If both parties are selling children then this God damned country needs to end.” says Mark Nesheim.

“Possibly the whole world. No excuses. Go shoot yourselves in the face…if necessary…” says Lacey. “Pray to God to forgive you for your sins first!”

“You think I should go shoot my kids and myself and my husband?” asks Mrs. Blue.

“Yea.” says Vinny. “And right quick, bitch.”

“Maybe.” says Lacey. “Actually, you should take your party and inject the needle into your skull and bones. Tonight? Shoot Vinny and the kids first?” suggests Lacey.

“What about Wobbly?” asks the-CIA of Lacey.

“I can’t figure him out in a way. Is he pure evil or an idiot or losing his mind?” asks Lacey. “Right?”

“He could be a psychopath?” suggests the Bishy.

“True.” says Lacey, seriously.

“She fell in love with your persona.” says a rapper to Mr. Blue.

“I’m losing patience!” yells Michael Rockefeller.

Erin dances in a wind machine thinking she cute. Westside Story by The Game plays. Then U Not Like Me by 50 plays and Erin decides it’s about her. She dances like the Illuminati loves her. She dances like everyone loves her and not Lacey. She dances like God would let her get away with anything because…she’s…got s hideous big tooth smile and her hair is stringy and she’s not curvy and her nose is awkward. She’s been blown-up on television and in the movies though.

“Your attacks on her don’t work.” says a dead English Boomer to Erin. He feels the need to clarify. “You’re not getting it.”

Whatever You Like is sang by Lisa as Erin dances in a wind machine without irony in Marilyn Monroe’s white dress from “The Seven Year Itch.” Erin is singing to Mr. Blue. Mr. Blue is grinning, dancing, loyally cheering her on.

Hypnotize by Biggie karaoke-sang by Mr. Blue in response to Erin. He leaves the audience laughing silently and dancing to cheer him on, expect for Lacey and her crowd.

At the end Lacey can’t restrain her giggles.

Cooped Up/Return of the Mack by Post Malone, Mark Morrison & Sickick plays. It’s a horrible segue. Lacey laughs.

Mr. Blue hears her laughs and looses it and tries to kill her. He pulls out a semi-automatic rifle and starts shooting her. Just her. He uses rounds of ammunition. Get Into It is played without irony by his cool-kid crew to cheer him on.

She lays dead on the floor and still he keeps shooting. Her ghost emerges and with help from the British she slices pieces of her body off to let them reattach the pieces as gracefully and tastefully as possible. He doesn’t notice.

When Mr. Blue finds out he decides to kill the Royals, the CIA and his wife? Or no? Just Lisa?

“I can’t believe they’re doing this to me!!!” he says trying to sound sexy and yet like a victim of classic literature’s favorite evil: The rich.

Erin looks sad.

Erin cries.

Erin looks sad.

“It’s so mean!” Erin says about Michael Rockefeller’s ghost. “How did you know I watched you on Tik Tok and fell in love with you?”

Putin requests Cover Bombs by Nomadic Firs be played.

“Are you a school shooter?” a hilariously misguided Liberal asks Lacey without humor or irony.

“No.” she says.

“We’re glorious and she’s just jealously obsessed with us?! Take my photo! Aren’t I cute!” Erin says using child sex slaves to try to commit Lem. “I can make you love me! If Lacey can do it so can I!! I’ll show her ugly ass!” she says to Lem to sound sexy.

She conjures up an entirely different man who just vaguely looks like Lem. She believes it means something special about her when they get married right then and there.

“Are you the one running things?” he asks her.

She imitates Lacey’s actual psychological profile she represses herself from acknowledging consciously except to use as a weapon or a tool.

“Yeah. Isn’t it sad!?” Erin says meekly.

“Wow! Are you rich?” he asks.

She shrugs. She looks demure.

“He looks like Lem.” says Lacey to the British.

“He does a little.” says Louis.

“That’s sick.” says Lacey.

—-

And back at the Gaelic cave we find out that Lacey was kidnapped either by the British or the CIA or possibly just the Democrats…or…possibly just Mr. Blue. With the help of his friends and so-called hotshot family he chained up her ghost supernaturally and drug her body to the cave tied up to the back of his truck. The chains almost fell off considering she’s a partially a ghost. But the tiny bit of her left was dragged.

“I’d shove you in a vat of oil but I can’t find one.” he says without irony. “Do you know what oil is?”

“Yes. Well they don’t have oil in Ireland and that’s where I spiritually brought you.” he says.

The ride behind the truck was so fun she only now realizes he’s still trying to kill her.

He shoves her ghost toward the cave.

“You’re still trying to kill me?!” she asks him shocked.

“You’re so alive!! You make me sick!” he says, practically spitting.,

“I’m probably partly dead, actually.” she says.

Come Around by M. I. A. plays from Heaven.

Michael emerges. “It’s slang not literal if you’re unaware and innocent of what people like you do with it.” he says. “Maybe I’d say baby girl to my wife if I was alive because I want her to be able to fall apart and cry.” He thinks. “See…the thing is…it’s not that I think she’s a baby or as a synonym a wimp for crying. It’s just that..she needs to be cajoled into crying. And I thought baby girl as a slang term might be the correct usage for that emotional allowance of vulnerability on her part towards me.” He sighs. “Or maybe I want to be able to say it and I’m not that unaware. It’s cool slang. But given the implications it’s offensive.”

The song continues.

“See the thing is…this song can be taken as an assault on evil.” says Michael.

But that’s when Michael realizes that Mr. Blue can’t hear him. At all.

“Why is he attacking her?!” Michael asks Louis, in a rage.

And that’s when Lem awakes from his sleep to Anything Goes by Cole Porter. He’s horrified when he hears the lyrics sang.

And that’s when Michael Rockefeller raced forward into the Irish darkness holding a knife, jabbing it into Mr. Blue’s neck.

“It’s like The Shining!” says Stanley Kubrick weeping to Lacey.

And now, later, they all stand outside watching Putin bomb the caves. Is it now or later? What’s his eternity? Is he a real or a fake? What’s best?

“So…he’s a ghost or a demon?” asks Mrs. Blue. Hasn’t Michael disappeared? Hasn’t she found a way to uncover him. He almost manifests after Lacey prays.

Lem gets into a plane. He flies it. He drops bombs. If the Nazis are the elite he’s going to kill them slowly or quickly.

“You want to dismantle my blog?” asks Lacey.

“Anything that goes down to that end is purely to vindicate the self-perceived sexual potency, self-perceived elite social-economic status, and objective good-looks of Erin, Mr. Blue and his-wife. It’s all about worshiping their ego. The Clinton’s don’t matter to you guys. 9/11 doesn’t matter to guys. Nothing. Nothing else matters to you all but proving their superficial superiority. It’s all about their hair, teeth, eyes, so-called sex sounds and shit like that. Nothing Godly, normal or healthy. Just them. That’s it. …So if you want to ruin the world, literally blow it up to fight us…that’s what you’re fighting for. Keep that in mind.” says Lem.

Fishin’ by Takenobu plays.

“So Balenciaga? Biden? All that?” asks a Liberal.

“That was all fur them.” says Lacey.

“What happens when we die?” asks Lacey.

TREE by Ólafur Arnalds plsys

“What happens when we die?” asks a Blue Origin Consultant from Troubleshooter No. 4.

“It’s a dark place. Where you close your eyes and feel nothing. It’s like…sleeping and I love it. I love taking warm, happy naps!” says Erin.

“Gee, let’s talk about mayonnaise and sexualize all the condiments and all the food groups and all the people and all the everything but not in the way God intended. In a way that makes it Hellish and torture.” says Mr. Blue.

“I think pepper should be code for black people’s farts.” she giggles.

“I think tomatoes should be code for killing aliens on Mars.” he says seriously.

“I think fruit juices should be code for murdering innocent people.” he says.

“I think Putin is a nice man. Like your friendly neighbor who brings bad meat to the barbecue.” she says, giggling.

“I love you!” he says to her.

“We should get married.” he says to her.

“Yeah!” she says nodding sadly.

“My wife is gone this weekend.” he says.

“I’m running a marathon.“ she says.

“Yeah, well, that’s why I need buy that new gaming chair.” he says.

She looks at him like he’s crazy.

“I’m going to watch you.” he says.

She kicks him playfully like he’s crazy.

He smiles. Looks serious.

“Why are you always so sad after we have sex?” she asks him.

“I don’t know…it’s just…I feel like you take it the wrong way sometimes. Like, my wife is still so unhappy about it all. And she’s unhappy with me too. But I need her to be less anxious and just enjoy the life we’ve created.” he says.

“Why don’t we get married?” she asks him.

“I kinda want to now.” he says.

“I want to be a lesbian circus clown.” she says.

He laughs.

“We should get married.” he says.

“I might just take you up on that offer.” she says coyly.

He laughs…

She looks tentative.

Symphony No. 9 by Dvorák plays.

“I’m going tanning today and then snorting cocaine.” he says.

“I shot up lots of heroin last night.” she says.

“Are you sure you love me?” he asks.

She laughs. She looks askance.

He looks downtrodden.

“We should run off today and get married.” she says.

“Okay. When?” he asks.

“I dunno.” she says.

“Yeah, it’s not that easy.” he says.

“Why don’t you ever marry me?” she says rocking in her seat in agitation as she grimmaces, showing her teeth.

“It’s the money.” he says.

She looks sad. Then she suddenly laughs. “I could rob a bank.” She sounds serious.

He thinks. “I can’t see you robbing a bank.” He sighs romantically.

“I would for you!” she says with a wink, trying not to sound corny.

“We should just turn my wife into a robot and use her to make money.” he says, sounding serious.

She looks repulsed. “That’s so mean. I don’t think she should have to be a robot. We should make Lacey our robot.”

He rolls his eyes. “Why do we need care about my wife? Let’s just use my car and take all the money out of the bank and run off?”

She looks uncomfortable. “I don’t want to marry you.”

“Yeah! I love my wife.” he says happily.

She cries.

He looks sad.

They stare at each other.

They stare at each other.

They stare at each other.

They just keep staring at each other.

“I like steak!” he yells, fighting.

She rolls her eyes. Glares at him.

He tries to laugh.

They both swallow their spit in a chill manner.

“We should get…together and get married.” he says.

“Yeah.” she says, with affected mystery.

He looks like his head is about to literally explode.

She stares at him with a cool, thoughtful, detached air.

Dark Red by Steve Lacy starts.

And then he sneezes.

She tries to bob her head to the music.

They stare at each other.

He bobs his head to the music.

“I’m going to put you in a Chinese prison camp!” says a U.S. President taking aim at Lacey on behalf of Mr. Blue’s wife.

Mr. Blue farts. Erin looks embarrassed.

“The CIA has me covered to kill her. It’s Illuminati go time!” says the US President.

“You people are the best!” Erin says.

“Let’s go snorkeling. Code!” yells Mr. Blue.

“Mm. You’re a god.” she says.

“You guys, you’re so cool.“ says a U.S. President.

“I don’t have a lot of coke left today.” he says.

“You’re so close to being the first one to truly love me.” she says.

“Because I don’t let you use coke?” he asks.

“You just can’t be a bad guy.” she says. “You always work it out for everyone’s benefit. You could be Hitler as you’d be the best person to ever live.”