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Sicario: Special Episode – “Dog Food for the Deep State”
A Super Funny, Ultra Nasty, Cruel Satire Blogpost
Posted from the desert with blood on my boots and zero remorse, as Sicario Game will also be produced side by side, into television by-weekly entertainment series and here is the scoop on the first episode so listen up, you government stalker agent fags and you cunt, cause this message is straight from Sicario, this is the show script, word for word; Following is actual Sicario script, of the first episode, enjoy what Sicario will be saying to government agent stalker fags and contain the first episode; Listen up American g-faghot agent supervisors hiding behind your little acronyms and relocation forms. Yeah, I’m talking to every single one of you pencil-dick surveillance goblins who think following citizens, tapping their shit, and running “relocation programs” and “education initiatives” makes you heroes… This ain’t no regular Sicario episode. This is the one where the mask comes off, the chainsaw comes out, and satire gets so nasty it leaves teeth marks. Scene One: The Snatch; Your blacked-out SUVs roll up like you own the night. “Special Agent” this, “Task Force Coordinator” that. I let you feel important for exactly thirty seconds. Then the lights go out. Next thing you know you’re zip-tied in a rusty warehouse that smells like old blood and bad decisions. The only light is from a single bulb swinging over your terrified faces. I step out of the shadows smoking a cigar the size of your ego. “Evening, ladies. Heard you were in the neighborhood. Thought I’d give you the full Sicario welcome package.” Scene Two: Legs First – Because Walking Away Was Never an Option; I fire up the chainsaw. It screams like your HR department when someone files a real complaint. “These legs carried you to every stalking operation, every relocation meeting, every ‘we’re just here to help’ lie. Time to retire them.” VRRRRRRRRRRM… One leg comes off at the thigh in a spray of red that paints the wall like modern art. You flop around like a fish that finally realized the hook was real. The second leg? Same treatment, slower this time so you can really appreciate the sound of bone grinding. Now you’re just a screaming torso with a head full of government propaganda… “Still feel like relocating people against their will? Hard to relocate when you’re a human beach ball, ain’t it?” I kick the severed legs over to the corner where the dogs are already waiting. They sniff them, then look at me like “this all you got?” Patience, boys. Better snacks coming. Scene Three: Heads – Because Thinking Was Your First Mistake I swap to the machete; The big one…. The one that sings when it cuts air…. You start begging. “We were just following orders!” “Orders from who? The same clowns who wrote the relocation manual? Cute.” One swing! Head number one sails across the room and lands in a bucket with a wet thunk. Eyes still open, still trying to process that the deep state just got deep-sixed. I punt it like a soccer ball. “Goal! USA! USA!” I line up the rest of your team’s heads like bowling pins. Strike. Every single one. Now there’s a neat little pyramid of government skulls staring at the ceiling, wondering where their pensions went. Scene Four: Arms & Fingers – No More Paperwork, No More Bullshit! Pruning shears for the fingers. Snip…. Snip. Snip…. Each one drops into a pile like rejected French fries…. “No more typing relocation orders. No more clicking ‘approve surveillance.’ No more middle fingers at the Constitution while you do it.” Then the arms come off at the elbows with two clean machete chops. They hit the concrete with a double thud. You’re stumps now. Just a collection of holes and regret. I hold one severed arm up like a puppet! “Hi, I’m Special Agent Still-Thinks-He’s-In-Charge. I stalk citizens for a living and cry when the bad man cuts my arms off.” Even the dogs are laughing. Or maybe that’s just them panting. Hard to tell. Scene Five: The Main Event – Dicks, Balls, and Wild Dog Dinner Service; This is the part that makes it ultra nasty. This is the part that separates the boys from the government cunts. I pull out the heated hunting knife. It glows orange. I grab what’s left of your crotch through the bloody rags… “These pathetic little dicks and balls. These are the reason you thought you could control people’s lives. These are the reason you smiled while you filled out relocation paperwork that ruined families. These are the reason you ‘educated’ kids with your version of reality.” I slice slow… Real slow…. The way you like to draw out investigations…. Your American Agent stalker dick comes off first – one long, deliberate cut. Then each ball, twisted just enough so you feel the pop. You’re screaming so hard your voice cracks. Music. I hold the whole bloody package up for you to see. “Look at that. Government-issue cock and balls. About as useful as your relocation program.” I whistle. The wild dogs come running – big, mangy, half-starved bastards I’ve been feeding table scraps and promises for weeks. I toss your severed genitals into the middle of them like it’s the world’s most fucked-up piñata. They go to town. Tearing, growling, fighting over who gets the bigger piece. One dog looks up at me with a bloody ball hanging from its mouth like a trophy. I give him a thumbs-up. “Good boy. Government balls taste like corruption and regret, don’t they?” You watch the whole thing with what’s left of your face. That’s the satire, right there. The ultimate punchline. Your manhood becoming coyote chow while your relocation forms flutter in the breeze. Scene Six: Assfucking the Programs (Literal & Figurative); While the dogs are still chewing, I turn my attention to the real target – your precious American government relocation and education programs. I grab the entire stack of binders, forms, curriculum guides, and “community outreach” pamphlets you brought with you. I bend that whole bureaucratic pile over the nearest table like it owes me money. No lube! Just spit and righteous fury! I ram the truth so far up those programs they taste freedom for the first time in decades. Pages tear. Ink runs like tears. I’m grunting with every thrust: “Take it, you fascist relocation whore!”
“This one’s for every family you moved without consent!”
“This one’s for every kid you tried to re-educate into compliance!”
“ Deeper, you education scam! Deeper until you admit you’re just control with extra steps!” By the time I’m done, the relocation program is a gaping, ruined mess leaking lies all over the floor. The education program is face-down, ass-up, and thoroughly violated. Both of them twitching. Both of them finished. I light another cigar off the burning pile of paperwork and exhale smoke into what’s left of your faces. “Episode over, motherfuckers!” Final shot: Wide angle; Wild dogs licking their chops. Severed heads in a pyramid…. Stumps twitching…. The relocation and education programs reduced to a pile of torn, cum-stained, blood-soaked paper that used to mean something. I look straight into the camera, blood on my face, dogs at my feet, and say: “Next time you feel like stalking citizens, relocating families, or ‘educating’ people into your version of reality… remember this episode…. And then mother fuck the Hindu g-fag at the register who staged a video session with American fuckers who manage it, so that they step away for 180 vid capture! Sicario doesn’t do warnings twice.” End credits roll over the sound of dogs fighting over the last piece of government dick…. I guarantee to make Freddy Kruger look like a pussy show! Come bloodthirsty! *NO FUCKIN BRATS ALLOWED! Sateless Warrior ]]> Sat, 27 Jun 2026 21:48:04 CDT https://www.myvideotime.com/video/1270/sicario-message-to-fbi-fags-episode/