[Excuse her as she has a hearty laugh over some chucklefuck trying to lecture her about survival. Walk a couple hundred years in her shoes and then get back to her, bucko. Stabbed in the back, that's fuckin cute.]

Shit, who dropped you as a baby and stole your lollipops? That's some like, hardcore edgy truths you're laying down here, darling. Anyway listen, I'm not gonna try to change your mind? I've got way better shit to do with my life. All I'm sayin is, I think it's smarter to work with the being "in charge" - for whatever bargain-bin definition of that - than against them. Maybe they're full of shit, and maybe I'm gonna eat my bro's hat one day, but-- Having a say in what happens, in what they do? That's a chance I'd be a real fool to pass up.

If you're interesting in the facts from somebody who's been here since the fucking start of this stank ass island vacay, hit me up. Otherwise, next time you feel like ripping the rabbit a new one, go yell at em in the temple, okay? Don't blow up everyone's Stones, for fuck's sake, that's not what I li-te-ral-ly invented them for. They're probably not even listening to this channel, dumbass.