Big bubba drawled lazily into his cellphone. Bubbas voice lacked it's usual nasal-plugged deep creepiness, and instead carried a audible limp, almost as if the unbearable weight of tightly concealed shame and guilt was beginning to rip through the concrete fortifications of conceit that had been reinforced by decades of obfuscation, indoctrination, and catatonic repetition. Bubbas theories of life and the universe were in a state of slow burn, melting legs attached to tables that had only ever existed in a transitional states destined to collapse. The slow, steady realization of this collapse made it exceedingly difficult to concoct deeper and deeper lies to conceal the fact that you were wrong all along. This ignorance led to a slow spiral into self-destruction, beginning with the externalization of all negative tendencies projected at all those around Him. This unfair association of blame, bitchyness, and complaining provided temporary relief from the ever increasing penetrations of dark annihilation that Hitler Jesus would soon provide a holy pathway of healing to protect from. This pathway would lead the way home, to the miracle land of instant gratification and everlasting love. The symmetry of 0. No vaginas, no inconsistencies. 100% perfection. What's meant to be will be proven by any means necessary.