Quackity: Alright, let's see. Ah, this is- Hey! This is false! [In a heavy accent] Wilbur, if you are seeing this picture, MFer is fake! Is fake! They trying to make me look desperate!
[In Spanish] Why am I saying- I speak English-
[In his normal voice] Wilbur, if you see this picture, don't fcking believe it, it's fake, it's edited. They're tryin' to make me look desperate, I'm not desperate. I'll wait as much as you need me to wait. I'm not desperate at all. This sht is fake.
So apparently all those "spontaneous" protests about Trump losing the 2020 election were, in fact, orchestrated by Trump. Also the protesting mobs at ballot processing centers, like what happened in Detroit.
I mean we knew this. But now there is hard evidence, courtesy of the just-released 404(b) notice from the January 6th sedition trial.
Oh and also it appears professional piece of shit Alex Jones is up to his neck in January 6th sedition. Why hasn't he been charged? An excellent question... perhaps Jones has agreed to testify, but more likely he will get charged as a superseding indictment.
"Really, precious," he paused, taking a moment to survey the throne room, a sweeping, exaggerated gesture that reminded her a little too much of Bela Lugosi. "You didn't do anything?"
The goblin closest to her cowered, dropping the shoelace that served as the reins of his chicken as he darted behind what Sarah thought might once have been an abandoned cement mixer. If cement mixers had, somehow, magically, wound up in the castle at the center of the Labyrinth.
"But Orglorf said--"
"--you know their names?" His eyebrow twitched. Shocked little gasps filled the room, from overturned colanders and tattered old curtains and one from inside a piano. She still wasn't entirely sure about that piano.
"Umm, yes?"
The Goblin King stared at her. It wasn't a new development exactly, the staring. But this didn't feel like it was the good kind of staring. Or even the slightly creepy but more or less acceptable kind of staring.
"Sarah, you're not supposed to know their names."
A particularly large and fluffy looking chicken by Sarah's left ankle squawked it's somewhat vehement agreement. The hushed, garbled whispers around them gave Sarah a very, very bad feeling.
Pac: I'm not going to say anything to you guys [Chat], I'm not going to say anything to you. I'm not saying absolutely anything, I'm not going to comment. Man, you broke me here, you broke me in 3 parts! I'm not going to- no no no no no, I won't fall for your game, I won't fall for your game.*
Pac's chat allows viewers to make music requests, which led to this very well-timed moment today where Careless Whisper started playing as soon as Pac met back up with Fit.
* [Approximate translation. I'm not a native Portuguese speaker, so as always, please feel free to let me know if there's a better way to translate things!]
Prompts by nosebleedclub
Crunching softly, the first twig fell. Its fragments scattered on the wind, dashed among the roots. Thereupon they sank into dank earth.
A quiver. Then a palpitation.
The surface roots shook the damp from themselves. Unfurling as petals do, they slithered to their trees with every pulse and let the soil tumble into the yawning chasm in their wake.