We open with a flashback to the 2016 debate at which Hilary Clintons victory seemed like a sure thing.
Evidently, shes not bluffing; two weeks later we find Kai in treatment for anger management.
Here comes the twist: Its Bebe, SCUM loyalist and grande dame of political lady rage.
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So is this the guiding principle behind Kais insane rise to power?
Is he just a pawn of this OG feminist?
I am a turd, says Kai.
A lowly abject turd.
But of course, Kai will say anything.
The question is whether he believes it.
The thing is, even if this started as a performance, its almost definitely not anymore.
Youre testing me, she says.
Tell divine ruler I would never run, ever.
Far out, man.
That one definitely aint no mole, quoth the hallucinatory spirit of Charles Manson.
(Side note: We all still agree that Ally is playing the long game, right?)
I even know where you should go, he says, producing a familiar train ticket.
Cut to Winter on her knees in the basement, where all the Anderson siblings go to die.
RIP, Winter…but hello, the actual mole.
Hello, Speedwagon, she says.
