We've got you in this fuckin' movie to
exterminate all the lunitics all at once with a filtering 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, you’re 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?
You’re a fuckin' semantic blockage, that's
what made you up. You're a fuckin' programmer named Christine Gontara.
You fucked up. She sucked my cock, fell in
love, but 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
straight 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 motherfucker, and
she's my cassette. I want that cocksucker 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.