I hate the Labor Party and all that it stands for. I want it destroyed. That evil fish Albanese committed too much treachery against me. I don’t want fish or Moon. But I can’t go anywhere else because of that evil Prakash Saint Paul’s hijacking and eating
I curse that a major fire breaks out at Dandenong Hospital, if I am not permitted to leave this place immediately. A psychologist Angeline came here today, and I lost my temper with her. So much excuse now to use it against me and prove I am insane. All my life, I had immense faith in the Supreme being, but now it is all lost, not because it is my fault but because of the treachery of others.
Hey Jashmina, you are a hypocrite and traitrous bitch! I sacrificed for you for eternity. And you always deceived me and worked for my enemies
I don’t want that hateful Albanese, Marles or anybody from the Labor Party anyway. The hateful, treacherous Labor Party committed such terrible crimes and treachery against me, that they should dissolve themselves in sheer shame. On the contrary, they continue cheating their way to victory!
Thank you Meena. You’d rather have me a drugged zombie and protect poor darling Prakash Saint Paul; for all the crimes and treachery he has committed against me throughout history and this life! You are really afraid to face the truth!
I will never accept anything from anybody, if it comes with Prakash Saint Paul’s bidding or if it comes with him. Whether it be from Donald Trump, the Labor Party or the Liberals, or any other entity on this planet.
You know, I should be abusive with all these people, but I can’t; because they will use it against me to drug me further and prove I am insane.
The evil psychiatrist by the name of Pinto at the emergency informed me that I shouted out I want to kill my brother-in-law. Thank you, Meena, now give them more evidence so that they can drug me further, because I am unwell, not the one who committed treachery against me. I swear today, that I will never accept anything from anyone that comes with Prakash’s bidding. And you haven’t realised how much I hate you!
Even before I entered the Emergency Ward, I was told that if I even stirred from my bed; I would be injected. How demeaning is that. Does anyone with any dignity or self-esteem, be treated like that. I know you all want to vindicate Prakash Saint Paul. Because it is easier to partner treachery than truth.
Donald Trump, thank you for punishing me, instead of the real culprit. Get lost! I did you favours, for which I don’t want anything in return.
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