This is the same baker that did this a few days ago and got called out for it by anons:
Both lb:
>>8539774 (last call, without Rlarp post)
>>8539837 (sneaks in Rlarp post)
kys newfag baker.
>i didn't "sneak it in"
> i changed my mind last minute at the very end of the bread when no anon wanted it in and the only people that replied were clearly newfag retards
Maybe you weren't here back then when that stuff got shilled, the MSM smeared us with it, then Q said it was fake. Just because a shill post gets a bunch of replies doesn't mean you put it in.
I'm sure it'll get kept in because no one cares.
Thanks anyway.
Based and TruthPilled.
Show the spouse that crumb on the Chinese Virus.
That's a big one, I was waiting for it and am very satisfied with it actually.
Of course a bunch will say keep it in, because unlike you they see it as 'hur dur confirmation jfk jr is alive', and your last minute decision to add it is further confirmation to them of that.
I assume Will Sommer or Mike Rothschild will be writing an article soon.
That's not even the best one.
What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you fucking newfag? I'll have you know I was on 4chan when Q started posting, and I was there for the board migrations on 8chan, and I was in the first thread of /qresearch/. I am a masterbaker and have baked over 500 breads, my digs have made notables over 1000 times, I have over 25 (you)'s from Q, and I have made over 100 graphics. You are nothing to me but just another newfag. I am frens with the BO and BVs, I will get them to fuck you up with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over here? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of anons across the USA and the World, and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, bitch. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, kiddo.
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What the fuck did you just fucking say about us, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in Baker's Skool and I’ve been involved in numerous secret bakes on Al-Quitchen. I have over 300 confirmed breads. I am trained in guerrilla dough mixing and I’m the top kneader in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another hot cross bun. I will wipe you the fuck out with my spatula and whisk the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of apple pie cooks across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the mixing bowl, maggot. The mixing bowl that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your tastebuds. You’re fucking baked, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can bake over seven hundred ways and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed dough kneading, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United Bakers and Donut Makers Union and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit flour, water, yeast, raisins and a pinch of salt all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.
but, I will save that too
I don’t give a fuck who you are or where you live. You can count on me to be there to bring your fucking life to a hellish end. I’ll put you in so much fucking pain that it’ll make Jesus being nailed to a cross in the desert look like a fucking back massage on a tropical island. I don’t give a fuck how many reps you have or how tough you are IRL, how well you can fight, or how many fucking guns you own to protect yourself. I’ll fucking show up at your house when you aren’t home. I’ll turn all the lights on in your house, leave all the water running, open your fridge door and not close it, and turn your gas stove burners on and let them waste gas. You’re going to start stressing the fuck out, your blood pressure will triple, and you’ll have a fucking heart attack. You’ll go to the hospital for a heart operation, and the last thing you’ll see when you’re being put under in the operating room is me hovering above you, dressed like a doctor. When you wake up after being operated on, wondering what ticking time bomb is in your chest waiting to go off. You’ll recover fully from your heart surgery. And when you walk out the front door of the hospital to go home I’ll run you over with my fucking car out of no where and kill you. I just want you to know how easily I could fucking destroy your pathetic excuse of a life, but how I’d rather go to a great fuckng length to make sure your last remaining days are spent in a living, breathing fucking hell. It’s too late to save yourself, but don’t bother committing suicide either… I’ll fucking resuscitate you and kill you again myself you bitch-faced phaggot. Welcome to hell, population: you.
>If R is alive, he's part of team Q
Lurk so much moar redditor.
Your shill tactic is literally from 2018.
Checked.
No, just didn't have the planefag pasta.