Of course nothing will be as strange as Todd receiving a bunch of institutional cover and protection. Dirty old faggot must be working on something really important up there. And the other guy who was literally some kind of industrial magnate. I suppose I really stepped in something, come to think of it.
Maybe they were fucking with me over who my distant relatives are, supposing I might be something that I'm not. Or maybe some people hit a certain stratum of access, and they become sick perverts who subjugate and ruin others as a form of depraved indulgence.
Part of me realizes I should just carry on and stay constructive, enjoying the room in my karmic budget. Part me of me feels an almost spiritual duty to fixate on this until I find an opening.
Because frankly, it would infuse my life with meaning again if I got to help destroy you.