puck is SARCASTIC okay

he doesnt MEAN it

he’s got to go around setting up all these incapables (of understanding love at all) and then he’s alone at the end. and they’d probably all fall in love with him a bit and he knows it and

I mean i haven’t actually ever seen this apart from when i was little one time. I dont remember the story at all – but! Ballet Shoes was one of my favourite movies ever.

i mean you’d be a bit offended too surely – not by her performance – but at how completely misunderstood his character is. i blame directors

basically, i’d imagine that most of his monologues would be furious and telepathic (especially observing the majority of his costars) and he might only actually bother speaking to oberon or something. maybe. and a few one or two words elsewhere

(if you got shakespeare how i get shakespeare i mean)

Also Prince Puck is one of my favourite characters in Final Fantasy ever [ref]


(i know the card guy is called jack but i associate them)

also archetypally – puck is Lucifer

my fav angel

and my boy name would’ve been either puck or jack

Only because Lucifer and Satan etc are names that people have kinda put a lot of negative energy into and even if you wanted to like those names you’d struggle at this point. I mean, I like the spelling of my name but when my mother calls me I die inside – every time

oh this tickled me – “my sister is profoundly retarded” – was literally like listening to how my family thought of me when i was very little cos they couldn’t comprehend why i didn’t want to speak to any of them (they couldnt of imagined it was the consistent abuse or that i was waiting for a hug after that ass rape that they – and millions of other people actually – pretended they didn’t watch) (and enjoy watching) was it because i didn’t cry? did that ruin the show??

I mean Beyonce heard the scream but none of my “family” did apparently. (My brother did try to make me laugh about it but he hit his head – hard – at a party and is also quite autistic) (my mother is probably also autistic) (because how else do i explain any of this quite hilarious, actually, life)

My shadow self wants my sister and her friends to hand write me an apology and mail it to our house. my nice self thinks its less cruel if they drop dead but also she and her friends are all so manipulative (and such fantastic comediennes) that iunno really

no but really my family spent my life thinking i was retarded cos i never bothered speaking to them unless it was to defend my sister when she and my mother were fighting and then she’d go and tell all her friends I was really “evil” and all sorts.

Its funny, my sister started literally showing off about ear phones to me – and then I said “I’m living on £200 pocket money (birthday money) for three months” – I can’t afford to buy myself earphones.

(I went to Denmark for a bit to escape weird stuff and she had to stay at home – disregarding that I’d lived at home with a mother that abused her just as much as she abused me, it’s just that manipulating people for sympathy never worked all that well for me – for many years and when I came back I spent the most part of a year sleeping on the floor of a box room I am a bit too tall for even though I was suffering with parkinsonism from taking medication i shouldn’t of been taking. She found a flat on the internet, and she and my ‘dad’ convinced me (i am not related to her, nor am i related to him – genetically – but you’d do a better job convincing him that i was related to him) that it was ‘ours’ and that I’d get paid rent for it- then that stopped – obviously – and then she eventually managed to find a job. She has enough cash for a gym membership but not enough to pay me my £400 rent)

(I mean if you wanted comedy and a good laugh, and you picked her, good)

I know, I know “GET A JOB”

– I have a disability where I sometimes shit once a month. I may do a good job hiding how much it hurts but it does actually hurt

– I get stalked wherever I go, it’d of been nice if someone once told me ‘oh by the way people do actually know who you are’. The people I attach to also get stalked.

– Ever since I lost my shit about her being gang raped – (and I know it was heard, because even my bank have told me they no longer sponsor football games) – everytime I look for a job that ‘sounds like’ one i’d want – and I am more qualified than her and her friends – none of whom even went to University – it ends up looking like it was written by someone who has been playing football non stop since he was sixteen.

She hasn’t actually thanked me, the people I do things for verrrry rarely do. But it is reeally nice to see her wandering around in new designer dresses.

A tutor of mine, that I was completely in love with, and absolutely not secretly so – once said “I prefer your sister”

SO DID EVERYONE. Apart from my mother, who quite liked to occupy my body to live her life vicariously. Fucking my boyfriends, hanging out with my friends etc – dance classes, acrobatics etc.
When I told doctors about it, they panicked so much that they had me sectioned and force fed medications and sedated and raped at night because a psychic told me that rape is about ‘control’ and they really thought that they could ‘control’ me even though I surpassed literally all of their mental functions

WAS THAT SUPPOSED TO UPSET ME? It says more about you than it does about me, when you choose her. And every single one of my relatives did it – they all picked her. And I pitied her my entire life, she needed that. All I saw in my family was liars though I never quite knew what they were lying about.

There’s this .gif of Oprah that I saw on twitter, performing as a witch, where she is completely full of love and thats the kind of thing I cry about. Or really nice art that is full of energy work etc. I don’t cry cos I’m sad. I know some people do, but I imagine that if I ever really did – it’d come from some very manipulative, performative place in me. And I am actually too selfish to be a performer




a load of people pretended not to know who i was – never having modelled at all – and stalked me to university and got degrees and then bullied me, kinda like all the ancient-looking but not acting bitches i picked over SG

id rather befriend an alley way slut – those are the ones that made it okay for the coffee shop girls to get naked in the first place

Evolutionarily Superior, I am

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This is Tintin making a serious joke.

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This is Tintin being entertaining. Tintin doesn’t like strangers to make eye contact with him without permission. Tintin is an I-come-to-you-first kinda dogue. An I’ll pee on your stuff if you fuck Karina over kinda dogue.

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Someone once said to me – that I was projecting onto Tintin. And I disagreed – and have over time proven a telepathic connection with animals is possible. Sorry to humiliate this lady, I’m sure she’s lovely. Misled and naive, but lovely.

Working with mammals begins with self honesty. If you don’t understand people the way a psychiatrist really ought to (and they don’t as a rule, often understand themselves) – you won’t ever understand other mammals. (By the way, if you want to understand the human mentality, begin with the ARTS. Acting is great, not because you can become famous for it – not because it can make you a talented deceiver – but because you are forced to learn to empathise for the sake of honing a skill that I have NEVER not admired.)

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When I was little – I wanted to be a vet. I was OBSESSED with animals.

The first thing I learned, about animals – at the time – was animals don’t like vets. Thats not projection, you can see when an animal is distressed because it somehow ‘knows’ its going to the ‘vets’.

I mean if you’re going to imitate someone, copy them and steal their dreams because you forgot your own or someone told you you couldn’t achieve them – better to copy me than anyone else. But first, learn the other lessons I’ve learned.

I’ve lived more life than most people three or four times my age and simply watching my life doesn’t mean you’ve lived it. Doesn’t mean you empathise. Doesn’t mean you are me.

I was thinking of people superior to you my entire life, so if anyone has to take credit for the things I know – which they’d think was preposterous – it would be the people that I admire.

Like Jane Goodall – amongst many, many admirable women.

When I was a teenager, I was introduced to a snake. I had never held a snake before, but in my early infancy – when I started having weird mediumship experiences – I stared at a jar containing a wild desert snake, a venomous one – contorted in it’s own fluids. What you observe becomes you.
I somehow – instinctively, upon meeting this sad domesticated snake, held it in exactly the way you hold a snake to restrict it’s breathing. It either wanted me to kill it (likely) or I did it so I could be taught that’s how you kill a snake. The man who owned the snake was calm and said that’s dangerous for the snake – and I immediately felt remorse.

Oh god – thinking about it – that snake really wanted to die.

My “father” killed that desert snake in the garden with a gardening tool. It was a cobra and there were kids around, whatever excuse he needs to not feel like a coward or a fool. He is both and he knows I think so, and if he wanted to be ‘friends’, he’d learn to laugh about it and accept it as truth. He’d also have to learn to laugh about the things I’ve learned about Islam and what he got upto, not knowing or imagining I’d find out.

I think of him as a very, very sad excuse of a man – as in no man could want to be my father because all I know is how to emasculate men with the audacity to assume a title like that over anyone. It’s all I know. I have never met a man that deserved to be respected and while I know of many that exist, my way of showing affection or even respect – is familiarity that is synonymous with emasculation. Don’t play the BDSM game with me. He did. Poor guy.

If I were ever to work with animals it would be to prove that I can speak to them. That’s my shadow self. My obvious to everyone self – the kinder self – loves to make friends with animals and finds a great compliment in an animal that chooses to trust and befriend me. I am trustworthy and I am kind.

But my shadow self can speak to animals – it begins with flies.

So if I were to prove I can speak to animals, it would begin with reptiles. A meditative thought journey with Dr Jane Goodall went something like this

“I want a Komodo dragon as a pet” (obviously knowing she’d be offended by that as a wildlife animal conservationist)


“i feel towards them”

The truth is, that even if you’re the kind of sad, cruel person to keep a snake in a plastic container or a box – under one of those strange – constantly on heatlights –

We know NOTHING about reptiles apart from they really like the SUN.

If you want to help do ground breaking research – if you want to prove that you can speak to animals –

Here’s a real dream. Wild Komodo dragons

(I think they quite like CAKE)


I had a meditative thought chat with one – no human can compete with a wild one – and I watched two kangaroos fighting and thought as they clawed each other “they’re not really trying to hurt one another” and “mammals are funny”

much later I thought “why are mammals funny?” (not offended, just amused and also agreeing)

Because mammals show one another pity – and that is a greater cruelty than most kinds to animals that have to kill each other to survive

Here’s what reptiles would learn from the exchange –

That making a ‘human’ laugh makes them attracted to you.

I mean – tell me that – through reading upto this point – you don’t want to befriend a komodo dragon. Just a bit.

Okay well here’s some stuff you didn’t know:

They literally lick GIANT animals (animals much bigger than them – buffalo, crocodiles – you name it – it’s “food”) to a slow and painful death and then eat them.

The communication exchange and the thought exchange that humans never told me about – that humans took advantage of and benefited from financially and otherwise – may well be – to a reptile like a Komodo Dragon (that no one has ever learned to properly love) a “i’d like to develop my hunting abilities so I am required to expend less energy in order to capture prey”

Or even a “I’ll let you pretend I’m a pet if it means I can eat more cake/have my meals brought to me while I sunbathe on cushions – I quite like cushions”

And when you love an animal the way I love, non sexually etc – and it has a choice between eating you or whatever else – (they don’t have the same morality we do) – how do you teach it (the way you’d have to teach a retarded human male not to rape) not to hurt you, not to invade your personal space? You probably have to be a bit abusive. I’d resort to fire, if a reptile I’d befriended and treated the way I treat Tintin – climbed on me – the way Tintin does – a reptile that certainly wouldn’t be allowed to LICK me – I’d have to abuse it to teach it consequences. If I really wanted it in my life. As a “pet”.

But I said this about Tintin – “he’s not a PET – he’s a FRIEND.” And he probably thought I was his ma, well – I hope not. I don’t meet the standards of what I expect from someone you call ma (and mean it). But nor do most “parents” I’ve met – the kind of people to ‘train’ dogs.

Anyway, so knowing what I now know – humans aren’t very relevant. You’re somewhat kinda pesty. Most of you like flies. Imagine if I had no energy throughout my life because at some point – all it takes is a second – I’d made eye contact with a load of BIG lizards that I loved the way angels love – that learned to use me for energy because humans had taught it to. And then I said to that lizard, that I continued to love unconditionally – “please don’t use me anymore – there are other humans that I would prefer you use – and I know that you can” (I’d only have to vibrationally picture them for it to begin and then “forget” about it – you know how it goes)

I (lets use the word pretend if that makes you feel better) visualised a pretty scary moment a second ago – a Komodo dragon walking onto me – and I felt physical pressure on my body for a moment – and it was genuinely frightening.

I got a lighter and held it in the air (I’m in the dark – you know when you’re in the dark and you don’t have a lamp beside you?) and the flame danced a little bit as if it removed energy. It’s not fighting fair, to claim yourself an equal to an animal that is superior to you physically in the absence of weapons to defend yourself with – but when you feel fear and you value your life, you do what you have to. To survive.

I thought to HH, “it’s okay that I did that, it came from a place of love” and HH replied “I don’t think anyone has ever threatened a reptile with a flame out of love before”

And I think – imagine my Komodo Dragon “friends” – treating my rapists and my enemies the way they treated me. Their being sent away, their coming back – their telling me that it was a test of ‘unconditional love’ when I had never claimed to love them unconditionally at all.

If I am sent away – I do not come back. I might think about it – but this experience tells me I’d rather not.  There are people that think it is okay to use others as an energy resource – I’d think to these animals – please can you use them instead? You see – reptiles are particular about energy. That’s the nature of their relationship with the sun.

I realised today, that the side of my tongue that enjoys confection (sugar) is the left. The right side of my tongue finds sweet foods pretty sour. I have dyspraxia and a doctor once told me my brain doesn’t know where my legs are situated on my body – so it’s possible that my left/right sides are completely confused.

Anyway – to think you (any you of my age certainly) and I could ever have compared is foolishness on your end. And maybe thats how the Komodo dragon and I connect, I’ve always said “you still wouldn’t know me” – and perhaps the Komodo Dragon connection I have is I would have finally made a match in a creature I still wouldn’t know, no matter how much it allowed me to think I did.

Maybe don’t think about your children copying you – if you think you can keep secrets from them forever, about who you really are. Think about something physically bigger and scarier than you (and it’s friends – they are comfortably a herd animal) copying you – treating you how you’ve treated the vulnerable.

Coming to you in your sleep and doing to you the worst thing imaginable. And then making this face

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or this face

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when you perhaps realised what was going on – and didn’t like it – and were told you were very boring or frigid or whatever words it is that men like to use when they get rejected by someone they believe should want to have sex with them

(If you are human – I’d rather be in a sexual relationship with a Komodo Dragon than with you. And I mean it, I really do)

You might think it impossible for a Komodo Dragon – an animal alike to the spider, that spends all it’s time in meditation – to astrally project and/or use humans as an energy resource. Well I’ve proven a lot of things considered impossible to be very-possible.

I also made an agreement with one mentally, as to which animals I felt were off bounds as far as meal times were concerned. I didn’t mention humans on that list, at all. If you think that a Komodo Dragon might’ve taken a liking to you, good

I’m the only person I know of that can communicate with them/appreciate them in a way that they have never been appreciated before (it is a gift of mine, any human I foolishly or otherwise might’ve taken a liking to will confirm) and I think they value that aspect of me more than any human ever has

I repeat some stuff out-loud and its like im arguing with Louise Hays

“you forgive everyone”

“I DO NOT‘ forgive everyone”

“you forgive everyone”

“I DO NOT‘ forgive everyone!!!”

“you forgive yourself”



I commented Wendy Williams with this. Got the grey wheel of loading death

He (Michael) had a bad karma and not really through any fault of his own. It’s illuminati related. It’s Roman Polanski related. If he ‘touched’ any kids he was either drugged the fuck out and not aware of what was going on – or he had been hypnotised at some point – and any Barrymore can tell you that when you develop a tolerance to acting high, you can do any drug at all and no one knows you’re on the stuff. Sometimes – not even you. A relative of mine was hypnotised to help her lose weight – before she knew her family had any kind of diplomatic power and then she was told it ‘didn’t work’. It’s pretty common stuff. She ended up hearing years later that she had beat the fuck out of her infant son with a belt but – genuinely – she has no recollection of the fact. My University got a little nosey with all that – and they started doing it themselves. A teacher once said to me “theres a kind of technology that if people knew about it – it would SCARE them”… that was code for a confession that I believe brings him deep shame now. I mean thats all I’ve got, the hope that people that have abused me feel some shame about it. There were Rothschilds at my shitty University. They did not know that my family are a bigger deal than the Rothschilds, I imagine there’s some embarrassment there but too many generations of guiltless thieves for it to be substantial enough for them to tell the truth. As an infant I was abused so much that I was suicidal and then I had my consciousness moved into another body. The lecturers I had were kind of interested in that, and it got to a point where I started being called a ‘robot’ and a ‘zombie’. A female lecturer that I had defended once got involved by subtley ringing a ‘gong’. None of them had worked out that I had already managed to overcome brainwashing from a fundamentalist Christian parent in my early infancy and kept quiet about it. You couldn’t control me into anything – as a child – if I didn’t love you. I loved my ‘older sister’ and she was so overcome with psychotic envy (it began with my originally having been born with blue/green eyes – the new version of me had brown eyes) and she mind-controlled me onto a lot of very, very weird stuff. But she was probably being mind controlled by someone else. My entire family on both sides are waiting on a confession and apology from her for it – teaching all of her friends how to abuse me etc. All the kids whose money-hungry parents push them to be on TV will be pushed to befriend stars – and the second one of those parents gets jealous that their kid loves being around Michael Jackson (A black man!?) more than they like being around their parents – you know how it goes – they’ll get jealous and start throwing the word pedophile around. Some parents are the kind to abuse their kids and pass them along to someone else to ‘abuse’. I don’t think many stage kids have a hard time saying ‘no’ to sharing a bed with a grown man, or another kid. I mean there’s a book a social worker wrote about a mute girl who was being drugged without knowing about it, and then used for “satanic rituals” at night – orgies, ritual gang-rapes etc. They take it pretty far, they’ll arrange for a person to make money, arrange for the “perfect home” for those people, arrange for them to have special “friends” that “understand” them. The only reason the Illuminati are making themselves known is because they’re being associated with this stuff – there are people in many secret societies who engage in “ritualistic gangrapes” just because they’re told to. The Skull and Bones take these things pretty far – they’ll incriminate people so that they later have something to blackmail them and control them with. George Bush isn’t dead, he’s run the fuck off because the anxiety you get when you know you’re in trouble can make you go literally crazy. Michael Jackson was prepared to discuss the fact he’d been in bed with kids – he wasn’t a sexual person. I think we all ought to accept based on how many grown men were in his videos, and the kind of women that appeared in his videos – that he was very, very gay. So it’s possible that he had been a child-victim of this stuff, that it was going on long before we heard anything about it. But like the police, like ‘footballers’, like anyone that fantasises over having a bit of power – if they’ve done ANYTHING wrong in their lives – they’ll become an excuse to allow abuse to go on. And a lot of men are slaves to their libidos and it’s not about ‘rituals’ – it’s just about sexually enjoying ‘weird’ stuff. Michael had the money to hush these people – and he CHOSE not to – even if he did ‘pay’ someone off, the stories still ‘came out’. If he paid someone to be quiet it was because he was tired of drama, and probably pretty hurt about being backstabbed by someone he trusted. People in secret societies know about “The Illuminati” but generally don’t get very far up that pyramid because they can’t understand or comprehend the notion of “unconditional love” (a lot of people commit acts of rape and have women believe that it they truly love these men that they’ll forgive them etc – actually if you rape someone once you’ll do it again.) – people in the Illuminati talk to Angels. There are consequences for people in every level of power – so the Obamas weren’t allowed to say “ALIENS EXIST” but wouldn’t every scientist tell you that to assume we’re the only life form on this Universe would be stupidity? And everyone notices the Obama smirks when they’re asked questions about stuff they’re not allowed to discuss. Once you are a celebrity you have to keep the secrets – if you want to keep everything you’ve worked for, including talent. As in – when I stop using the internet I can sing opera better than iunno any opera singers – but when I start ‘talking too much’ I lose my voice and I sound awful. It takes someone who isn’t afraid of humiliation, rejection or the consequences of telling the truth to reach the very top. That means it has to be a person who is also considered technically ‘disabled’ – because there are laws about disability and there are severe consequences for people who mistreat the disabled. The police use mind control on the disabled sometimes, and get them put into facilities where they can be controlled. A lot of “mental illness” isn’t mental illness at all. The people who really run the Illuminati do not pursue fame but they do create ‘famous’ people, and this can be both a good and bad thing. A good thing because the right ‘famous’ person can be trusted to help kids who are victims of sexual slavery – I mean ‘middle class white kids’ – even royalty etc. A bad thing because they sometimes succumb to being friends with the wrong kind of people who are friends with the wrong kind of people who are friends with the wrong kind of people. There are spiritual masters who can “astral project” / leave their bodies – and also enjoy the performing arts. The Illuminati sometimes selects those people to become ‘famous’ but they do it very quietly. So – these people with often clear consciences are enlisted into the secret services to help kids who are being abused at home. In “Man on Fire” the girl that gets kidnapped in Mexico (it’s based on a true story) is only allowed to watch CARTOONS because that way, you don’t make eye contact with actors that might be able to astral travel and tell people where she is. Another thing that is done, is kids get kidnapped and transferred into new bodies – and sold into sexual slavery – so people don’t manage to find them through making eye contact. It is possible, accept it. Sometimes secret societies that are NOT to be confused with the Illuminati – also get involved and put these ‘stars’ in movies for kids and very particular kids (ones with ‘special abilities’ for example) and the kids develop “crushes” on those stars – and the celebrities might get sent mental images of those kids who may fantasise about them sexually. It goes so far as – the people orchestrating these things might have those kids and those actors get sent those images to fantasise over – and later in life, those people are controlled through those. Organisations like the Church of Scientology may have to ‘adopt’ those celebrities by blackmailing them into being able to control their thought-space again – to escape the weirdness of the fantasies they haven’t considered are coming from the children themselves. Of course there are ulterior motives to most good deeds – yes the C.o.S make a lot of money from a lot of those celebrities. Those details aside, those children are also often subliminally controlled by the things that they see on television. Suggestions and ideas for things to do – that they ‘wont get in trouble’ for. I once saw a doctor deliver a newborn baby and then smacking the newborn baby on television. I later smacked my baby-cousin when I was eight years old – I had completely ‘forgotten’ that I had ever done anything like that, and then when I realised my family were one of the Planets ruling families (as in we are above ‘queen elizabeth’ – but we don’t have the castles, cash or means to validate it and apparently thats really important to capitalist societies – that power must be validated with ‘wealth’) I was guilt-tripped into such a serious state of psychosis that I ended up burning kitchen scissors and then fastening a belt around my thigh and cutting myself about 30 or so times – and it HURT. I made sure it hurt – because I really believed it was ‘appropriate’ for the terrible thing I’d done. I was brought up by a mother who did everything and anything for attention, so when at ten/eleven I started cutting myself – she TOLD ME it was to ‘get attention’ and that was not what motivated me to harm myself. I told the doctors pretty bluntly why I had done it – the catholics do it – I was STILL sectioned. I was then put into a psychiatric ward where I was sedated unnecessarily and raped frequently. What was then ignored: was that the baby didn’t feel pain or respond when I hit it. So that baby’s parents had already been abusing it. The only thing those parents wanted for that – was cash – they know I’m owed a serious inheritance and they were trying to blackmail me. I think what happened to me as a ‘consequence’ for hitting a baby – which was REALLY out of character to anyone that actually had a conversation with me as a child – was far worse than the effect of ‘compensating’ them that cash (so what price do you put on someone smacking a child??) and they still don’t even allow themselves to realise that they had a lot more financially than I ever did. Many celebrities end up working for the ‘secret services’ – many people think – as in truly believe they’re ‘Illuminati’. It’s people that want ‘power’. People who go up the pyramid realise FAST that they do NOT want power at ALL, so their intentions have to develop to something truly selfless or they will crumble. If you do not have a decent motivation for acquiring ‘power’ over others you’ll end up going into hiding or end up suicidal. Many kids in seemingly ‘nice’ families are abused. Many parents and families have no fucking idea of how abusive they actually are, some parents don’t actually know they’re abusing anyone because they’re drugged. And then when they’re found out – they’re forcibly silenced by threats like ’embarrassment’ and guilt ridden – guilt breeds psychosis and is a form of mind control. But also – some people are genuinely abusive and don’t bother to lie about it, or prefer to make excuses to justify the fact. But again, my saying that comes from a place of deep, deep anger. There are plenty of families who have instances of sexual curiosities between family members. They make it look like the kids are sexually interested in one another, at the time it looks like routine incest when actually it’s not – just the kids “being experimental” or “curious” – sorry but it’s a different kind of ‘TV’ for people in the wrong kind of power. NOT Illuminati. But it can get confusing, because you get idiots like Amy Winehouse and Rihanna throwing the word around or hinting at it after watching a few too many conspiracy theory videos and other secret societies will sneak in and blame the Illuminati instead. Anyone can get a tattoo with a triangle and an eye and not really understand it. The kind of people to call it ‘the evil eye’ – which is (for a start..) deeply offensive to Muslims and Jews. And it is stupid to assume a NAME or a way of life, or have ANY symbol or TEXT tattooed on you and not know what it means – and not therefore later be prepared to find out what it means. I have the tattoo – but I have the female and male versions of it – before anything it is about truth. Franks are charming kinda guys and easy to ‘fall in love with’, you know – they get girls crowding around them like it’s nothing – but they’re also pretty nasty if they think you’re two faced or you make them insecure about something. To the Illuminati – insecurity is considered a form of “mind control” – the Illuminati teach that you have to love yourself before you are capable of loving anyone else or you can end up being mind controlled into all sorts of stupidity – having gender surgery, having your body bleached white etc. Franks are nice but sometimes pretty fucking stupid. Pretty fucking eager to get in on a story that has nothing to do with them. They get themselves into all kinds of weird debts too, so they’re also pretty easy to control. You can get them to take the blame for anything if they need the money.