This is what I looked like twenty years ago at Walter’s house. (Walter was killed by his brother and sister-in-law in the cult.) The long shots are not me. This also demonstrates how much I can be edited to look like I’m speaking. I put my head down to be funny because I couldn’t see a crust. The things I said to be funny begin with Pepperoni. It’s spooky to see myself on TV. I’m still a slave because RAND is using pirated Videos taken without my knowledge and consent. I want my money, Little Caesar.
This commercial proves the cult can make it seem like I will say anything, and it looks real. The Real stuff starts with pepperoni.