With all the shills and glowniggers down playing pedophiles and the Epstein files while our entire government is aiding in child trafficking I can barely even stomach this place anymore.

>You understand what I'm saying? Fuck world peace. Fuck MDE. What do you think of that? Fuck MDE.
>Fuck World Peace. You have my permission to do season two, but only because you have my permission. MDE is dead. Nick would have had five shows. Eric would have been acting for seven years.
>Rochefort, he would have had five shows. Sam? Oh. What's he gonna do? A boxing?
>What's he gonna do? Spar with fucking that bald bald dick sucker? Anthony Fawn dick sucker. What's he gonna what's he gonna spar with him?
>Rochefort is a genius. Eric is a genius. Me? I'll leave that to you. Sam? Do your boxing.
>Do your publicity stunts. Ride on the heavy lifting. Heavy creative lifting of all of those around you. Once you try doing your own shit, you're fucked. He's I've been through a lot with him.
>I'm working all the time for free. People making have $30,000 worth of graphics cards, making cryptocurrency. Oh, I don't have any money, man.
>I don't have any money. Oh, you can't be in the sketch because you owe me rent. It's like mom's. Fuck you, nerd. Fuck you, nerd.
>Oh. It wasn't even a sketch. It wasn't even a sketch. It was Andrews. Fuck you, nerd.
>Sorry. Look. He's not a nobody. He's he's a brilliant organizer. He's not a nobody.
>I'm sorry. Sam is not a nobody. He's he does publicity stunts. He sells his friends out to make his celebrity. Other than that, he has nothing.
>Do your writing. Do your acting. Do your heavy lifting yourself, you fucking nerd.