Alright, alright, [unknown] I like.

Like.

Gotta confess that I, uh.

I stole the skeleton of Margaret Thatcher.

I’m, I’m sorry, man. Like, I needed to confess it.

She was all yellowed out when I commanded my worst son Popgoes to fetch it for me. I thought he was gonna get shot by those tollie cops, but he actually came back with her remains.

She was yellow. The skeleton. Thatcher’s skeleton. Perhaps it was all the piss, I dunno. I had to paint her purple, to represent the corruption surrounding her. It was, I. God. I can’t even remember what I did next. I can, see the robotic stuff on her.

I tie her up on the walls. It’s what she deserves. She’s somehow still alive. I don’t know how. I didn’t even install a CPU on her. God, it’s alive. Thatcher. I piss on her.

Every day.

I challenge myself. It’s, it’s all I have left. Pissing on purple Thatcher Skeleton.

You’v e heard of that thing, right? Challenge Pissing? Yeah, I do that all the time on her now, while she’s tied up. I’ve done it so many times that my piss is now transluscent. It’s fine, really–means I’ve the healthiest urine in the country, but. But, it makes it harder to aim it at her.

You’ve got those pissers all like “Well, FRITZ, even in translucent water you can see the liquid right? You can still see the warped reflection if water’s on there.” Well, PISS OFF with that, damn cunts. I, I can’t see the piss. It’s so transluscent. I’m so healthy.

I’m so healthy.

[unintelligible]

South Africans.

I untie her at night. She’s crawling on the walls. People report drool dripping from her, but that’s not possible. No, no it should be the piss. Yes, all the piss. Drooling from Thatcher’s skeleton.

God I’m so drunk.

My robots, do everything in this location. They’re so fine. They can thrive. Can go to the supermarket, I don’t care anymore. Buy me bread. The, the people can accept that. I’m sure. At the mart. Bring me a fine Welsh rum.

[laughing]

I gave Thatcher’s skeleton a top hat. I felt my arms so light and, like, what else can I do with it, right? Oh my god my arms feel so light.

The badger. Blake. Cunt. Added sandwiches to the menu again. That’s not what you serve kids you goddamn USELESS PRICK [unintelligible]

I can’t kick him… He’s a robot… It’d hurt me more than it hurts him. And I’d have to go under surgery… I already kicked him though.

I should say sorry to Blake. He, it’s not his fault he added sandwiches to the menu. It’s probably me, I don’t know. There’s, so much. Going on. I shouldn’t have made them animals. They look at me funny.

Should’ve made them look like Bonnie. Yeah, Bonnie yay Bonnie. In all of her ages. 10, 15, 21, bla bla bla [laughing]. I’d, see her again.

I should do that. I can, do everything. If I can, kill Bonnie, then I. Save Bonnie.