Well. something happened as I was breaking into a farm complex in the early morning hours today. There were only three farmers around, and I took them out like nothing (even without my X-Man type hand which is still at the prison), but due to my ass cheeks having been sliced clean off and thrown into a fjord by antifa terrorists who are opposed to my operation of forced labor camps, I had some problems sitting on the horse that the farmer's daughter provided for me when I asked her to go riding with me.

I fell clean off the horse. It was humiliating. THIS WILL NOT STAND.

Since I have lost track of my wife, Trixie Goats, this woman is all that I have to feed my sexually aggressive ninety-year-old man needs. And I can't sit on a horse (which is how I was going to go back to the prison and demand my X-Man type hand back).

I am so perplexed.