Hans is not going to be a problem anymore, ladies and gentlemen.

YOU’RE WELCOME, Deep State.
What he did was a public service. And you all know it. Hans was busy terrorizing others for years, walking around the facility with impunity.
And you knew it.
And you did nothing because you wanted to keep up your military might and let the chips fall where they may while you could research him.
And then came the time of diminishing returns, when he would just walk down the hall like Darth Vader and take the breath out of peoples throats, crush larynxes, scare the living daylights out of men.
 He made no friends. And you knew this too.
Shit that makes Stranger Things look mighty tame I might add.
And you let him do this.
For years.
With impunity.
***You’re welcome***

Oopsie.

What do you expect? I got generals threatening to stick a needle in my ear on one side and then I got another guy who’s willing to die for me and is doing all kinds of “artistic” shit in underground bases. 

What. Do. You. Expect? 

Oh- Hi, guy. 🥸😶‍🌫️😉

Dear Post to HQ: EAT SHIT.

OPERATION TRAPDOOR

Was a black operation designed to kill people and bring them back to life and each time they came back to life they were more and more psychic. 

You did that to me. 

You did that. 

For shiny cars and new houses. 

You did that to me. 

And now you pay the price. 

And I’ve got a posse. 

I’ve got a big fucking Mack truck behind me.

 Eat SHIT, MOTHERFUCKER!!!!

Hans-el Sans Gretel

 The best disinfectant is sunlight, Hans. I got you, Boo. You Middle German-loving motherfucker. 

You’ve had a posse on me for years. 

And now I got you. 

I got you triangulated. 

I got You, you power-loving, hungry motherfucker. 

I got you. 

That was really cute, too. 

You using a DEW on me. 

That was cute. 

Do you know who I’ve also got too? 

You Know Who. 

Hoo Hoo! 

And they’re listening too. 

I got you, Boo. 

Boo-hoo. Boo-hoo. Little Bo(o) Peep, lost her sheep and don’t know where to Find Her. But now I’ve a Gun and Lost All The Fun and They Come Running Behind Her. 

You love this, don’t you?

Tell Me.

Choices, Options. So Many Options.