Military tribunals. Pretty straight forward, cut and dry, black and white, booby smooth and crusty heels…
Qs a team, but if I was Q, I'd say ya hafta come and whisk me away and nurse me back to health.
Choose your OWN adventure.
Why the fuck do douche bags and fuckwits have a lot of my personal information, and maybe still able to access it?
… ugh, you're so fuckin infuriating. Get dragged into this freak show, gots poor contingencies and failures in this little lala land of political sewerage. I'm not going to be a politician, a spy, a champion for everyone… so kindly fuck off. You're dismissed.