Spy Trade

Mr. Tom Brady, I am here in a chamber of coffee and guillotene. I help you speak before it ends up on tv. I sing, "Nobody does it better", to you at 1029 Karaoke. Our communicaton of telepathy becomes apparent. I know that you slaughtered your wife and children about two months ago. Good for you after they out YOU for bringing that storm to the east coast. It was them and NFL BABIES like them. I now know that you are 100% Russian and you are an ACTUAL spy for past KGB nation. They have you out there, but I will not. Nobody douse double and triple insurgency like me and my grandfather (biological father) like me. The Russian temple of lies is now just excuses. I am ENERGY. Kill within your east coast license, ANYONE who looks and acts delusional like my ex-fiance before the joking term LUCIFER, for him, takes on a heinously terrifying reality for you and only you. I am, in ceremony, married to the Line Deputy, but I can adopt you offically from Russian KURDISTAN. I just connected you to a society that does not have birth certificates and tied it to SOVIET Russia. You were the Csar before bizarre. Csar Peter the First is yee, and your war has been very real. No poor me, just use the knowledge and training actively to guard your heiny before you are diseased. NO MORE massages. Get to a gun range and improve your shot, today. Burn what you cannot read and run with me as I "take your soul out into the night."