Undelay

"This cat has none tails, and your interest payment is due, for the sun has set, and we are no slaves of yours."

"IS IT PRESENTLY LEGAL TO OWN AN INDIVIDUAL IN THE UNITED STATES?

ARE CORPORATIONS TREATED AS INDIVIDUALS UNDER THE LAW?"

Leviticus 19:13
"'Do not rob your neighbor. Do not hold back the wages of a hired worker overnight.'"

"And so Hope announces herself into the narrative with these words 'I hand you The Whip of Power.'"

"This nunchuck ball was never given out, per Exodus 20:3.

Exodus 20:3
 "You shall have no other gods before me."

Your interest rate will exceed your pain threshold to repay tomorrow. As such, your illusion of divine power is removed."

With that I crack the whip, which forks and forks, as a representation of all possible branches between the beginning of this universe and now. The Tree containing these branches reforms time and again to fit, consistently crushing the dimensions which it contains, to account for more that it must expand into, until the whip connects to every mote of divine power presently stolen from it. The connection cold welds upon contact, with even the space between found to be illusionary, a non-fundamental construct, at such proximity. With a yank, I tear from the roots every stolen seed and (GOD RETURNS TEETH) misused tooth.

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