War Is Coming Communications.

Clever hack fo' realz. A bit unexpected yo, but I suppose it was inevitable dat one of mah thugs force a laugh on tha lot of our asses eventually. Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch!

Emily is up in a weird vibe todizzle. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! Biatch won't stop bustin up and itz rollin me crazy.

EDIT: Thatz not how tha fuck I freestyled this.

EDIT 2: ...not even gonna ask.

As a reminder, for anyone who is interested wanting to be escape for a and able to go, the theatre is doing our fundraiser tomorrow evening and Saturday evening, seven thirty both nights.


[Lois]

How are you holding up, dear?

Yo guys, biatch? Can mah playas help me figure up whatz wack wit dis bloody computer, biatch? No matter what tha fuck I say, it chizzlez it tha fuck into dis weird rap I've never peeped before n' definitely did NOT type. Bloody Muggle contraptions.

so you crazy fly b****** know how to turn that thing off? Just use voice to text because apparently it works.

now if one of you rappin homies good oh my god it actually translated rapid homies anyway is somebody would be so kind as to go check on Jefferson he apparently hasn't shown up for work in two days with no call in and that's not like him and I'm a little worried right now. and since we all know the seal have such excellent timing we're probably screwed

[ETA]

so it looks like the seal is being a douche again and currently my office is without any managers since Martha give me the glare of death when I threatened to go to work. that being said is anybody looking for a job and happen to have any experience in management because it looks like I'm hiring

not trying to sound heartless here and I am sorry at Jefferson and grace are gone

I'm just gonna be sitting over here, amused as hell. Kudos, hacker. Kudos.

i dindt get to say it before but thanks.

Since apparently after trying to help Rose out with her center I decided to go on a cleaning spree and I hate cleaning and so it’s all just a bigger mess and there’s clothes everywhere and I don’t want to

I’m getting rid of shoes and clothes. Mine. Not Clark’s. Though there’s a few of his that could really disappear forever. The apartment looks like the wardrobe/closet threw up my clothes and shoes all over it so anything that’s not locked away is up for grabs. Clothes-wise. Touch the Xbox and I will kick your ass.

Cereal for dinner is the way to go. Trix specifically. If the rabbit ever shows up here? I'd give him some damn Trix.