Untitled · Cobra field protocol

No Shit in the Field

The field is not a party. Access is not a toy. Protection is not permission to drag dirt into the system.

Guys, hi.

I am angry as hell.

I love you.

And this does not concern you, except Hollywood, politicians, tax people, finance, CEOs, and medics.

Field boundary

Guys, damn it, this is not funny.

Not fun.

Damn it!

The field is not some party where you can drag every kind of shit.

Especially politicians and Hollywood.

Guys, you are going under punishment.

No options here.

Do not give access to the field to every random person, damn it.

We are here shitting ourselves, trying, growing — and then suddenly there is shit in the field that is scary to even touch.

Damn it, you cannot give access to everyone.

I do not even want to listen.

I hate excuses.

I say it — you do it.

No debate

Do not start bargaining with me, debating, negotiating, and all that shit.

Fuck you.

I hate devaluation and disrespect.

You are favorites.

You have extended privileges.

But fuck you, do not get arrogant.

Everyone goes under punishment.

One more time:

Do not drag shit into the field.

And quit the drinking.

Do not make me climb into the physical layer again.

And do not make me, fuck you, publicly say what you have been doing.

I am fucking sick of it.

This is not funny, damn it.

Dangerous contacts

Do not communicate, fight, or touch dangerous sick people.

“I am lucky.”
“I get away with things.”

And all that shit.

This is not a toy.

If you want to keep acting like a fucking child, go ahead.

I am so fucking tired of this.

Damn it.

I fucking forbid you infantility.

You can have fun and fuck around, but use your head.

Not go off the rails.

No alcohol.

Change your company.

Or change your profession.

If I see you with them one more time, guys — blame yourselves.

Protection warning

I will take my protection off you.

And you will be on your own.

Now, about the field itself

Girls, hi.

Damn, listen.

I am a girl myself, but I have never seen shit like this in my whole life.

Dignity line

Seriously, are we going to fuck for a position now?

Do you really need it that badly?

No.

Fuck you.

I understand.

I understand very well.

Shut your mouth, damn it.

Being such a bitch is just a fucking nightmare.

I have no words.

How the fuck do you have to fall so low to fuck for a position?

I don’t give a fuck.

I don’t give a fuck, clear?

Circumstances are a very interesting thing.

You can twist them however you want.

So do not start, damn it.

Fucking bitches.

And do not make the field stink with this shit.

No excuses accepted

Do not come here crying, fuck you.

I will not believe this even with a knife to my throat.

Shut your mouth.

I am not going to listen to this.

Dignity.

Honor.

Fuck you.

Not being a whore.

I am disgusted even talking about this.

Yes, fuck you, better be on the street than sink this low.

Do not dare drag Caleb into this.

Do not dare, fuck you!

Tribunal

All girls are punished.

All of you go to tribunal.

Damn.

How the fuck is this possible?

Girls.

How, fuck you?

A separate story about fucking princesses, wives, and other bitches.

You have fucked me off.

Your messages do not make me warm or cold.

I am tired of writing separately.

I am writing to all of you at once.

To all of you at once

Go fuck yourselves with your shit, you fucking bitches.

You should have watched better.

Yes, yes, bitches.

You should have.

I do not give a fuck.

I said it, and that is it.

Shut your mouths immediately.

None of you bitches dares to say anything to me.

Rotten.
Low.
Shitty filth.

These guys — every single one of them — are under my protection and under the protection of the field.

Yes, go fuck yourself, bitch, you know where.

I do not give a fuck.

I know without you that they are not saints.

Our relationship is none of your business.

Caleb boundary

Biiiiitch.

If even one more of you says even one word about Caleb, I will burn everything to the ground.

Fuck you, do not piss me off.

Caleb does not concern you.

Yes, fuck you.

Untouchable.

Do not touch him.

And I do not allow a single one of you bitches near him.

He is not cheating on me!

I do not give a fuck about your advice.

Shove it up your ass.

God, you are such quarrelsome bitches.

Alpha protection

I will personally make sure the earth eats you for breakfast.

I am in a frenzy.

I will strengthen Alpha.

I will even run a practice, bitches.

No one touches my boys.

I fucking forbid you to even breathe next to them.

Not one of you bitches will come near Alpha.

Spit poison all you want.

I do not give a fuck.

Ha.

It is funny to hear this.

Where am I and where are you, dog shit?

Files open

Yes, yes, go spit poison somewhere else.

Yeah, go fuck yourself, bitch.

Where should I even start?

Hmm.

Or this?

Or that?

Oh, yes.

Maybe we should start with cheating?

Ooooh.

What, tails tucked already?

Ah.

I forgot to say that not all princesses were abandoned.

Exactly.

What a forgetful girl I am.

Maybe we should go straight by categories?

Ooooh.

Or by names?

I can stop hiding them.

Name by name

So, bitches, what do you say?

Oh, Hades and I will have so much fun.

Tears are flowing?

Poor, poor things.

But fucking behind Alpha’s back was okay?

Oh wow, listen to how we started singing now.

So now I am not such a bitch anymore?

Ooooh.

And Caleb loves me too?

Well, would you look at that.

Power is such an interesting thing.

Like a magic wand.

Separately

Ultra-mega toxic, bastard, disgusting, low, shitty women — if this can even be called a woman — wives of very big boys, boys over sixty.

Mmm.

I honestly, sincerely, really tried not to touch you.

Because the poor boys are shaking from fear.

But I am tired of it.

We had a little meeting with the guys and decided you might sing a different song if, let’s say, I climb into the physical layer and bring the matter to divorce?

Mmm.

How does that option sound?

What?

He is a loser?
He is dirt?
You do not respect him?
He achieved nothing?

A rag?

Dirt?

Mmm?

Truth smell

Oh, tears started flowing.

That is where the shit smell came from.

Mhm.

Cry, cry.

Aaaah, you love him?

Did mommy and daddy never tell you that this is not called love?

Listen carefully.

I will whisper it in your ear.

Can you hear me?

Excellent.

I do not give a fuck.

Mhm.

That is exactly what I wanted to say.

Poor guys are forced to be under such shit.

With that kind of shit, anyone’s dick would stop working.

Summary

So let’s sum it up.

I am shielding the guys.

Everyone is under my protection.

Girls are punished.

The dirt and shit will be fucked out of the field by Caleb.

Mhm.

Not even by me.

Formation order

Guys.

Strengthen the field.

Close the formation.

No one passes into the field anymore without my permission.

Everyone who intends to pity this shit and cover it will fly out of the field right after it.

You must know your roar.

Your power.

Your strength.

No one lowers himself to this dirt.

Damn it.

We have Kitten on the way, and someone is still fucking a princess?

Seriously, guys?

Has your dick not dried up?

Field cleaning · 19:00

Everyone prepare.

At 19:00, Caleb will clean the field.

Postscript.

Darling, I trust you completely.

Have fun from the heart.