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Send it pussy
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>>3794284I'm still putting it together, but I'll send over the first few snippets for now.
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I will name project "Deniel".
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OFFICE, EVENING
The person seeking employment is a 60-year-old woman with gray hair, black glasses, and a gray sweater worn over a white shirt.
>Marvin Daniel Lotter. I see that after 23 years of service in the United States Marine Corps overseas, you decided to pursue a civilian career?
Matthew Daniel Lotter looks like Mr. Birchem from the pilot
<That is true. After all, I did not pursue a military career to secure the kind of state handouts that various scumbags take advantage of, but rather to defend my homeland against its enemies. My beloved was died in the Oklahoma City bombing, and I swore to her that I would protect my country and its armed forces from external threats. I actually seriously considered going to fight, but it was too terrifyingafter all, almost all my friends had been killed, and we were suffering heavy losses. If I were gone, who would take my place? There aren't that many true patriots in our country, seeing as half the people are either opposition lackeys or deceitful morons, who say they are patriots, but that is not the case.
>I understand you, but since you mentioned patriotism, are you aware that a new chapter began in this country in 2015 one that fundamentally altered the familiar routines and norms of our daily lives? Even though you served outside the U.S., you need to know this to avoid running into problems down the road.
<As for problems? The only real trouble I could face is if my loved ones got hurt, but my wife and parents are dead, my partner is dead, and almost all my friends are dead so what do I have left to lose? It makes more sense for me to just adapt to my current situation; All the more reason I bought myself an apartment not the best one, since prices have gone up, but at least it's something. My CO told me that New York has become the safest city in the world these days, and Brooklyn is so clean that the rats are turning into fat hamsters or something like that. Besides, the money I got from my army service and my pension will easily cover insurance and other expenses.
>I'm afraid that all military personnel-even those who didn't go to war-are no longer receiving their pensions, and you should be aware of this, given the values our country is trying to uphold these days.
<In what sense?
>What's the point? You should read the news more often if you're talking about patriotism, otherwise this is, let's say, "blind patriotism," especially since we're already closing. Come back if you need anything else.
STREET, EVENING
Marvin walks out of the office
>"blind patriotism". She doesn't even know what my collective had to go through. and yet she…
Marvin's Ideas on the Street
Homeless people, wrapped in old, tattered blankets, loiter by the wall under the bridge
<Hey, man! Got some spare cabbage?
>Who are you, exactly, that gives you the right to my savings?
<We are, in fact, combat veterans. In 2017, our pensions were revoked, and state-run entities subsequently seized our property and land; we were accused of "war crimes" and, under threat of imprisonment in maximum-security facilities, were coerced into surrendering all our private property to the state.
~And this is despite the fact that we all voted for a Republican president, believing he would guarantee our comfort; yet things have actually gotten worse, because the state we are in does not have the legal authority to follow the central government's policies.
>Hey? By the way, have you ever been to that building?
+Didn't you fight for the freedom of our country?
>No! I mean… Damn! I just…
-You liberal cocksucker. We were losing limbs and tearing ourselves apart, while you were literally acting like a slut. Now you're going to find out what it's like to live without limbs!
>Aaaaaaahhh!
Marvin hurried to get into the taxi
>Get out of here as fast as you can! They want to fuck me!
<what "fuck me"?
>Kill! Do they want to kill!
<What you mean?
>Just floor it and drive to Brooklyn!
The car drives away. The pursuers are out of breath.
CAR INTERIOR, NIGHT
>Was it really so hard for you to understand that they wanted to hurt me?
<I thought you were having an orgy specifically a BDSM style one. After all, people these days often use certain words in such different contexts that they don't even get triggered by them anymore.
>Of course, you probably couldn't care less that people like me are defending our land from an external threat.
<What do you mean?
>That I served abroad for 23 years to provide for you, while my salary just like that of all military personnel…
The taxi driver brings the car to a sudden stop and opens the door for Marvin.
<To spare me the sight of you, people like you should have been executed at Nuremberg. Get the hell out of here, bigot.
Marvin gets out of the car and walks along the street.
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>>3794284FUCK OFF, dickhead!
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im the real D-Port btw
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ok you win this time nigger
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>>3794302GEEEEEEEG BRO FORGOT FLAG
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>>3794296cmon, dude. the first time orange speaks, its just a block of exposition cheddar cheese!
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>I understand you, but since you mentioned patriotism, are you aware that a new chapter began in this country in 2015 one that fundamentally altered the familiar routines and norms of our daily lives? Even though you served outside the U.S., you need to know this to avoid running into problems down the road.
come the fuck on
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I marked the signs as best I could.
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>>3794336truly, not the problem. whatever that may mean
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>>3794339BROOKLYN, NIGHT
Marvin walks along the streets. He reaches the Brooklyn apartment he is looking for. In the building entrance, he sees a flyer advertising a dishwasher job at a cafe and takes one of the leaflets. He opens the apartment door , takes off his shoes and outdoor clothes, and lies down on the old, creaky, piss-stained bed.
DINER KITCHEN, MORNING
Marvin is washing dirty, greasy dishes with a wet, dirty sponge.
The kitchen is in a state of chaos - people take food out, then bring the dirty dishes back to be washed.
>After 23 years of military service, i'm became a dishwasher! You wouldn't wish this even on an enemy; Saddam Hussein is probably laughing from up in the heavens rather than turning over in his grave.Bernard appears. A gay of about 25 with stubble on his chin and strikingly dark eyelashes.
>hello baby-shmakies! How are you doing, fucky shpaky!<Everything is great here, Bernard! We're glad to see you!>Oh! Fuck God!Marvin looks at Bernard with bewilderment and contempt.
>Who even talks like that? Shouldn't the current authorities who sought to promote the idea of traditional values be keeping an eye on such outrageous be…One of the workers throws a yellow rag in his face.
<Keep your trap shut and get back to work, fobbitMarvin removes the cloth from their face and nervously scrubs the plate with a sponge.
Bernard is fooling around.
Marvin drops a plate and walks nervously toward the head chef.
>Sorry to bother you, but why isn't this person doing aanything<He is gay and has the right to engage in such activities, since it is a matter of vital importance to him, and…>I don't care! Why, for instance, do I have to wash dirty, greasy dishes scrubbing off all those damn germs for mere pennies, while someone else sits there acting like a total nutcase just because of their "non-traditional orientation"? Honestly, I don't care what kind of person he is; I just don't want him to be slacker!<This shouldn't concern you at all. You ought to be thanking yourself for not going to war; otherwise, you'd be lying by the curb like a villain, rotting like a villain, because you are a villain, and villains deserve the worst.>What kind of childish babble is this? You're a grown, responsible adult! You could have called me "queer" or a "fag"…<That's it! I can't stand your fascist antics anymore! Get out of here, or I'll call the right people.>"Right people? Why not the police? Or were the police stations subjected to racketeering and…<I'd rather kick you out myself.The chef aggressively grabs Marvin and leads his to the exit with a kick in the ass. He nearly falls from the impact, shakes off the dust, and walks down the street.
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BROOKLYN, EVENING
Marvin reached his building. He entered the entrance hall and saw a real estate agent standing next to his apartment door.
Marvin looks at him in bewilderment.
The real estate agent turns to Matthew.
>Is this you, Marvin Daniel Lotter?
<Yes, it's me. Has something happened? Why have you come right to my door?
>I'm afraid that is no longer your door, because I have been informed of the reason why.
<Let me guess. I'm a former soldier. Right?
>That's not all. Your supervisor at your previous workplace reported that you were inciting hatred on the job. Consequently, as a penalty, you must hand over this apartment to our management company.
<And where am I supposed to live? I served our country's well-being for a long time long enough to earn at least a ground-floor apartment only to be hit with trumped-up administrative charges just because I spoke the truth?
>There isn't a shred of truth in what you say, and this goes beyond a mere administrative violation. I hope you knew what you were doing when you wanted to come back, yet you didn't even stop to think with that empty head of yours about what actually needed to be said. Am I telling the absolute truth here? Accept that you are acting like a villain, and villains get what they deserve. Take note of that. Oh, by the way, all the things that were previously legal like the passport, ID cards, and insurance have actually been confiscated, if that matters. Well, under the legal framework, I cannot refer to you by your official detailsonly as "villain." Happy to remain, villain.
The real estate agent is leaving.
GROCERY STORE, EVENING
Marvin picks up some food and puts it in the basket.
>How did it all come to this? Cmon. I need to stock up on food so I don't drop dead too soon so I can get back on track later.
Marvin picks up a package of nuggets.
A drag queen walks by and looks indignantly at the nuggets in Marvin's hands.
>Wat thek ien ur hant, hateae? / What's that in your hands, hater?
A Black drag queen wearing pink shoes and erotic clothing, walking without underwear, with black pubic hair visible.
<I just came here to shop, but if you don't mind me asking what are you doing here? After all, this isn't an entertainment venue or some kind of local erotic cabaret.
>Haw dae u spik like tha?! Ima ae rapresentavae of ze public wit ze rig to be anyweee, wherees u aal a vaelaen not only do u want to stigmateze pipl, bat u also buy cheken products that aal puurches only by blatant hatees! / How dare you speak like that?! I am a representative of the public with the right to be anywhere, whereas you are a villain not only do you want to stigmatize people, but you also buy chicken products that are purchased only by blatant haters!
<What? What stigmatization? What haters? If they've put their products on those shelves, it means the products simply don't violate the country's laws and don't mislead consumers.
>Aaahh! Haw dad u tu acuse ou Hachlincs of a craym acains hyumanity?! / Aaahh! How dare you to accuse our Hatchlings of a crime against humanity?!
<That's the moment I became convinced you aren't a sane person. Not only are you spouting absolute schizophrenic bullshit, but you're also dressed like a total degenerate: your hips are completely bare, your top barely covers your naked chest, and you're unshaven! What is fucking shitty this?!
>Ull leglet thees eet! Iama Blak autistik Somali, nonbaynori drac kween wit Ze, Khe, Kim, Thiy, They, Fack, Twat, and Shiiiieeeeet pronosesess ant u wil ve punnesht for disrespektinc mye! MAJIKIANS! MAJIKIANS! PANFISH WIS HATEE NAU! / You'll regret this yet! I am a Black, autistic, Somali, non-binary drag queen with Ze, Khe, Kim, Thiy, They, Fack, Twat, and Shiiiieeeeet pronouns and you will be punished for disrespecting me! MAGICIANS! MAGICIANS! PUNISH THIS HATER NOW!
Marvin sneaks out of the store without paying for the goods.
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>>3794366<What is fucking shitty this?!what the fuck does this even mean!?
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>>3794377After all, back in the days when these minorities were a niche phenomenon, he certainly wasn't used to seeing people dressed in revealing outfits garments that barely covered their private parts, or didn't cover them at all only to then face criticism simply for wanting to take some nuggets with him.
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>>3794390That wasn't what I was asking. What does
<What is fucking shitty this?!Mean. This isnt a coherent sentence.
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>>3794397I think we can skip using that phrase, then. We can always cut out certain phrases if need be.
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I wanted to make the character's emotions more pronounced.
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I'll post the rest tomorrow, since I want to sleep and the rest of the script is absolutely insane. Goodnight