We've got you in this f**in' movie to exterminate all the lunatics all at
once with a filtering system of God. We're the psycho-semantic police,
you can't even see us. How in the f** can you do anything about it?
We're pure intelligence, your not. Your biological product of a
cosmological universe. Your molecular matter, I constructed you, f** you.
I made you up, you didn't make me up, you got it backwards. You know who
you are? Your f**in' semantic blockage, that's what made you up. You're
a f**in' programmer named Christine Gontara.
You f**ed up.
She s**ed my co*k, fell in love, and she was locked in. She's gonna get her second
chance to s** my co*k again. If she turns me down, she's gonna go
straight to hell, she won't pa** go, she'll never f**in' win.
She's the c*nt that thought she was God, but that's OK, I don't give a sh**.
As long as she s**s me off when I tell her. 'Cause she's my zombie.
I captured that mother f**er, and she's my ca**ette. I want that co*k
s**er to send me at least fifty-thousand f**in' 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 s** me
off, do what I tell you from now on, then you can join me for eternal time.