Well, we’ve solved the mystery of the Nazi engine driver. This is a crazy development in the story. It seems that my neighbor bought the hunchback a car for being such a good hunchback. Квазимодо за рулём.

Well, this kind of makes sense. I mean, if I thought that the fat fuck was actually putting an army together, let that fear lay to rest. The fat boy’s just sponsoring his best cocksucker like any good Russian man should. All pudding no meat. He’s a vagina.

I however have put the call out that we should meet at 9:00 tomorrow as a team, as the fantastic four. Or the Fab Four. Or the Fugatsi four. Whatever this dirty 1/3 of a dozen should be called, I have it in my mind to make my first investment in regional ecology. I am going to send my crack (head) brigade out into the forest to collect trash. They are to bring bags, like the bags that we collect potatoes in, and fill them up with trash from the forest. I will pay them for this.

I just want to make a good impression for my neighbors. I want them to know that I’m a good guy. I’m even a stand-up guy, if you could believe it. I get things done and I do them right. I’m a good neighbor to have. And I’m smart.

Будет чудесно если они будут примерно так.

And I have a deep problem with people who destroy the Earth because I think it is senseless and stupid. Because you are too stupid to be trusted with the world. You should be ashamed of yourself for all of this that you do. You are not good people and you are not worthy of saving. In fact, even your bodies are biological hazards to be returned to the Earth. Better burned first. Reduced to the elements and kill all the cancers. Don’t put them in the ground. And stop making garbage because we live in a garbage dump thanks to you. We live in a shithole is what they call this. It is becoming a desert like everything You touch always did.

Just cut the fucking tires. It’s an act of heroism. You would be a real fucking hero. Just cut the fucking tires and that’s all.