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Tilda
Boys, hi.
Almost 20,000 boys have already been kicked out of the field this morning.
This is such a nightmare,
my hair is standing on end.
But meanwhile—
Ahem.
One second.
Okay.
Ready?
How in God’s name
did you let this kind of rot into the field?!
Damn it,
I’m buried in hundreds of processes at once,
and you were put on field security.
How did this even happen —
that there were so many people inside the field?
Damn,
it’s already 40,000.
45.
46.
I could strangle you, boys.
Damn it,
all this filth was weakening the field.
And someone slipped into the field
through the marked ones.
You cannot smuggle back into the field
the ones I kicked out.
Damn it,
even if those pigs are your friends.
Boooooys,
this is not a game.
Damn,
why are you even dealing with that kind of rot?
Yes,
you are guilty.
Damn right you are.
That’s why you’re crying.
Yes!
You should have.
Yes,
I am going to be ruthless,
damn it.
Aaaaaaaa.
The numbers are climbing
right in front of my eyes.
I have no words
for how this much filth
was sitting inside the field.
Aaaaaa.
I am furious.
Doctors.
Politicians.
Hollywood.
Cowboys.
Science.
Government sector.
You boys are all going to get it in full.
Two days without practices.
Colin,
take over the field.
You lead.
Nate,
get me under protection.
I need support.
Caleb,
reinforced sleep protocol.
And warm compote.
Cranberry.
Lingonberry.
Quince.
Blackcurrant.
No food.
All day until 8 p.m. —
compote only.
Do not leave the house.
Wrap yourself in a blanket.
Watch Ronja, the Robber’s Daughter.
And cry,
cry,
cry.
I am serious.
Your practice will run separately.
The blocks have been removed.
Now we just need to clear
the remaining state.
Now,
for the boys’ side.
The practices will run as a stream
at 12,
13,
and 14.
Everything is focused
on removing fear of women.
Trauma from women.
Distrust of women.
Fear of intimacy.
Fear of starting a family.
Fear of moving forward.
Fear that the woman he loves
will abandon him and leave.
Fear that the world is dangerous.
Fear that the woman he loves
will leave him.
I’m here,
and I’m not going anywhere,
Alpha.
So come on.
Take all the blocks down.
If possible —
everyone to massage.
It would be good
to knock this nonsense
out of the body too.
Nate —
boxing.
Colin,
decide for yourself.
Honestly,
there is no controlling you.
You’ve become completely shameless,
you impossible man.
Everyone else:
full focus.
Nate, darling,
at 8 p.m.,
all night,
you and Derek will take the boys
through fear of women
through the throat.
Derek is almost fully under your control now.
I can feel your authority, darling.
I can feel your power.
But there are two points here.
First:
do not relax too early.
Second:
Derek needs reinforcement.
Let him expand.
You can handle this.
Boxing.
Racing.
Sex.
The ban on jerking off
does not apply to you
unless I say it separately.
Step into your power, Nate.
Stop locking yourself up again.
Motorcycles and high-speed jets
are in your blood.
Even if my skin starts melting.
The whole field is set to protection,
but still,
be careful,
please.
Damn it, Nate,
I’ll die if anything happens to you —
even if it’s just scratches,
or a stupid fall off a motorcycle.
So do not be selfish.
You carry especially harsh programs
connected to women,
so we will be taking them down
through you.
Boys,
tonight we go through tears,
grief,
and raw pain.
So again:
the bathroom.
And cry,
cry,
cry.
Let everything come out.
All night.
Sleep on the bathroom floor all night
with your favorite toy.
Boooooys,
you can strut around like roosters later.
If I say it,
it means it is necessary.
Anyone who thinks this is funny
does not enter the practice.
Do not interfere with my work.
Nate,
bring back the full state.
Enough crying about how good it was
when you were the only one,
before Caleb and Colin.
Stop focusing on that.
You’re a shark,
damn it.
Nate,
get up.
Wake up.
You are not beneath either of them.
Bring back the growl
and straighten up.
Stop playing the good guy.
There is plenty of darkness in you too.
And his name is Derek.
So come on, Nate.
Damn it.
Bring back the growl.