What about Round #2?

 I'm going to kick your ass. 

I have no proof of parenthood. 

This is an incredibly important time. 

I want to set-up the Address & Driver's License. 

Make this an official pit-stop. 

That would be expedient. 

Okay. Alright. I could make a thousand dollars a month from SDA. 

That would be nice. Actually be able to do business around here. I have things to do. I need to catch a meal on the run, do leg-work, & submit applications to municipalities. So, the sky is the limit, really. 

This actually isn't so bad, then. It was the 12-month span of just being here doing nothing. I was able to smoke marijuana most of the time, so I didn't mind, really. 

Not being able to have a Coffee, Tea, Pop, Cigars, or Meals drove me up a wall & was a major-malfunction.

But all of this is taken care of, at least, for now. 

I'm looking forward to it. I mean, reviewing my documents I actually have a commendable record. 

I was wondering what the fuck was going on when I'm so highly reputable. It was to communicate a pause in I.W.M. & that I had 50-billion dollars. But yeah, my civilian-record is highly commendable & reputable, too. 

I got my GED. I don't know where at. So, it's like, such as, or as though I didn't even or never ever got it.

I have a high I.Q. Score on my I.Q.

I'm crafty as a fox or serpent. I mean, the list goes on & on. 

But yeah, that's one of the things that drove me so wild & malfunctional. It seemed like I was about to be murdered. Because you wouldn't ever condemn me to the conditions that I'm in considering & granted that I'm so highly commendable & reputable. It did take the personal-profiting to free me, ultimately. Because if I didn't have money they may starve or freeze me to death. I mean, the 50-billion is supposed to be a say's-all. So, I have an immaculate & venial track record for 27 or 34 years, & I have a personal achievement that's Earth shatteringly powerful.

So, I was about to take people out. I need things to get going here. I need to be Free. I don't need to be here for whatever reasons you want me here. I'm a grown man & I'm highly successful, I can pay for my expenses easily. There's nothing to worry about or factor besides your own error & incorrection. 

Try to get ahold of this money & fight the good fight. I mean, where do you go when the Police refuse to administrate justice to you? My social, fraternal, & communicative practices are exceptional. I doubt I'll be without money much longer, but a lot of these entrances into the Marketplace are going to be met by stark resistance. That's an example. It should illustrate the common human experience. There's a deliberation process. Well, the "deliberation process" may be a martial-artist, gunman, or enemy-soldier. These types of disciplines are insanely hard to observe, but I have the type or kind of mastery necessary to perfect their use. Many wouldn't be able to. I'm able to. Or at least I will be able once I have a better mission in mind. I am bulletproof & virtually-invulnerable. So, as I said, it isn't up to me whether or not I'm out, free, walking around & conducting my own business.