to the back of the market. I'm trying to go down the lift. Someone threw a brick at me. I've had blood

pouring down my face. It's like something from a movie. I couldn't believe it. And then I managed to

get outside. Some guy rammed me with a scooter. I went flying in the air.

Bam! And it's on non-stop. All day, every day. Half the room is in chains,

because that's the only way the police can stop killing each other.

And if the hand chains don't work,

they chain your hands to your legs.

And you're just sitting there.

But the Messiah was adamant that he could save everybody in the room.

And that he was a billionaire.

And it was wild. He would do this thing where he would like punch

and he would make the noise with his mouth

and he'd be like, I'm breaking the sound back.

I could teach you.

But other people picked up pretty quickly that like

if you fed into his madness, that he made the room a lot easier for you.

And I popped the guy and I just destroyed his nose and he went down like a sack and the people were screaming because there was so much blood.

Just unluckily there was so much blood on his face.

And I was taken to solitary confinement on that night.

I started to get green fingernails.

I started to get really, really unhealthy from just the being in your own, soaking in your own sweat.

There's zero ventilation. And and of course there's three

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