We`ve got you in this fuckin` movie to exterminate all the lunitics all
at
once with a filetering system of God. We`re the psyco-semantic police,
you can`t even see us. How in the fuck can you do anything about it?
We`re pure intellegence, your not. Your biological product of a
comological universe. Your molecular matter, I constructed you, fuck
you.
I made you up, you didn`t make me up, you got it backwards. You know
who
you are? Your fuckin` semantic blockage, that`s what made you up.
You`re
a fuckin` programer named Christine Gontara. You fucked up. She sucked
my cock, fell in love, and she was locked in. She`s gonna get her
second
chance to suck my cock again. If she turns me down, she`s gonna go
striaght to hell, she won`t pass go, she`ll never fuckin` win. She`s
the
cunt that thought she was God, but that`s OK, I don`t give a shit. As
long as she sucks me off when I tell her. `Cause she`s my zombie. I
capured that mother fucker, and she`s my cassette. I want that cock
sucker to send me at least fifty-thousand fuckin` dollars. If she can`t
do it I`ll try ten. If she can`t do that, I`ll try five, but that`s it.
If you got a dowry of five thousand dollars, come out here and suck me
off, do what I tell you from now on, then you can join me for eternal
time.