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Rob Frost, please, give it a go.
Sir Huntington Banks, 1987, bruised abused attacked by Brecksville police, gun held to my head, Brecksville Police Death Squad with intent to kill, mouse hand broken in an attempt to silence what I am telling You, faithful listener, about the Dick Cheney Robot Controlled Kabballah computer virus and the monsterous bank fraud mechaindustrial pyramid scheme, run by enforcers of the unseen hand, thousands and thousands of drone mind controlled not human but human appearing robot slaves all controlled by the central computer owned and operated by the Tree of Life and Robot control publishing corporation, secretly held shareholder and stock broker meetings which I, Sir Huntington Banks, bestowed the title by the ancient royal family of Sweden before infected by the Dick Cheney Robot Controlled Kabballah virus, brought evidence of their back room dealings with the Kaballah Computer Virus controlled by robots and was systematicly rushed, brushed and hushed back into the secret farms where I picked cotton until my day of escape, hunted by dogs, mechanical birds and trained to kill giraffe assassin suicide squads I found my way into the woods of Tennessee where my brains were poured, puckered and pickled by underground secret skunk ape doppelgangers, held captive in caves for weeks on end, escaping from that too by canoe and followed up the Mississippi by telepathicly controlled gorilla mystery teams.
Jimmy Carters attempt to addict me, Sir Huntington Banks, and You, faithful listener, to Billy Beer Concentrate Powder, worked for many years, from the bicentenial of our great nation until 1981 I was hopped up on the goofball like power of this pharmealcohol like concoction, pissed on and homeless in the streets of Berea, where I was plagerized, poltergeisted, insufficiantly funded by the not enough Walter Mondale secret machine organization, with mechanized flies buzzing around my head, infesting and breeding in my hair. Breaking free from the heroin like powdered Billy Beer, I escaped and ran for months, my shoes disintegrating with every fell swoop, making my way to the Mexican border, where I was taken in as a political refugee. Traded in an arms for refugee deal by Reagan on innaugoration day, 1981, I was taken to the secret Dick Cheney Robot Controlled Kaballah Computer Virus headquarters. Mouse hand broken to silence me, I escaped and under disguise as Rep. Thomas Picney (Delaware -Democrat) I stormed the gates of congress where I was key in passing a law criminalizing and turning the tables on the Dick Cheney Robot Controlled Kabballah Computer Virus. But it still spreads to this day, an illegal act in violation of Federal Law, showing the disregard for morality and order by the leaders of the Tree of Life Publishing and Farm Subsidizing Illegal Corporation. |
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