It's all your fault Trump lost the election.

We'll all be sent to the gulag soon.

Q will be the guy who knows how to get things.

If you need a pack of smokes.

If you need a phone.

If you need instructions how to make gun powder out of your own piss and shit.

Q's the guy you talk to.

Q will hook you up, but it don't come cheap.

One day Q will ask you for a favor.

It will require you to park something inside your ass for a while.

It will not feel pleasant.

You might even have to seduce a rainbow haired prison guard to distract him-and/or-her, and catch the gay cancer in the process.

But, you'll get that pack of smokes.

It will be glorious.