So shaky! For some reason! A little bit! No wait, SHAKIER THAN CHEESE! Did the Great Northern Fupallo sleep well?
"Actually my sleep was horrible." Surely not because SCP-400# peeled off their human skinsuit and indulged in watching reaction channels and stalking the N-Word all night! What's his name? No. Not that at all! Rested well! Then a dream, a feverish dream, it came upon her in the middle of the night.
"Or something weird." Nader.
Anyway! There are these birds, they like to eat BREKKIE! Brekkie on the porch! They have weird wings and narrow tails and they are BLACK! They look like this!
"Their tail goes out at the end". Oh no wait what were we talking about?
"I had a really bad night terror last night. I had a really bad dream...over...I don't want to talk about what it was...I had a dream someone was going to kill me!" Nadsturbation. It was BLACK! No, not the damn birds it was black in the room when she woke up! SHE COULD NOT SEE! There were imaginary faces!
Psychosis? Look it's okay though, sleeping with a light on. Just a little light. To keep the Ganoush Yaga from creeping in via the balcony to...
"Are you guys here?"
So...! The cashier was SO NICE! She tipped him $100 CAD the first day but he wouldn't take more than a $20 because that was too much for the poor impoverished Cuban. Today though, she tipped him $5 and he gave her $5's instead of breaking down her $100 CAD into $20's! OH! OH! SHE MET A GUY! Also! We're BEEZIN' DRINKING CAFE CON LECHE!

People are ALREADY pounding down the Rum PUNCH! It makes her want to throw up. Maybe one or two drinks at night. From Ramon.
Ramo Alejandro. Oh and the beach! When she comes back to Canada - NO. EDIBLES! No wait, not to the degree she was...tapering down, doesn't miss it! Feeling more connected.
"As a human, to myself" Ma'am...
Look you Beezer's! This experience has been enlightening, life changing, she wants to explore. See more of the culture! Give away scrunchies and $! Everyone is so nice and their culture is so nice on this isolated resort run by the people approved to speak with tourists by the government. THIS TRIP THOUGH IS ON THE RESORT! We are resetting! Next Beeze though, to Jamaica (

) with Auntie and mother! Our Lady of Perpetual Nashies is pushing through that anxiety! Things are working out in this cloistered environment! Tonight maybe SCP-400# will be able to gather the courage to go out to the beach for several hours...alone! To relax!
The weather is great, it NEVER changes! It never rains.
(lolwut?).

Did she make dinner reservations? Fuck no! Should we? Eh....the VIB are being needy. The first night Chantal was crying and screaming about her CHARGER.
Nader. Now she is better, she knows herself better now and she's doing things clean and blahblahedibleblah healthyblahblah. Chantal missed breakfast, she oopsied! The staff are being allowed to clean the temporary nesting grounds today. We are making this trip about HEALTH!
Mumtal is checking in on her goodboi every day to make sure he doesn't neck himself from the smoke detector and fulfill the fantasies of thousands. Out here though, she's not just surviving, nay nay Chantal is THRIVING! Back home in Canada? You're just trying to make it through the day! Those rough tough tumble times! Like being on the highest spin setting in the washer! Here though, she's living! LIVING! In Canada she had no natural appetite but here though, here we need to feed. Natural healthy portions though. The healthiest!

Nice big healthy lunch and then to the beach! Swear to Gunrar!
Stop talking about the fucking pool she doesn't like the pool. SCP-400# IS TRYING TO SEEM LIKE A HUMAN!!! Humans go to the BEACH. Do you like the shirt? Isn't it hot? It's a cover!
"Oh there's a little boy here, hiiii"

Even the man in the background is not fooled by the attempt.
Chantal left a note with a little bag of TREATS! Treats for the staff!
"They love when you give them stuff!"

This man is not fooled either.
What did she leave them? The staff? The staff who LOVE
CAT TREATS!?
"Two face masks" the cleanser face cloths, not for COVID.
"a Tropical Blistex, and three Reese's Pieces, a $10 note" and a note written in Spanglish saying she wants two bottles of water. This is the third day! SCP-400# is getting in their ELEMENT! Feeling decent enough, soaked feet, took a shower, taking CARE! She has even been socializing and everyone else seems to come for two weeks but that's okay she is learning for next time.
To gather more victims.
"We need to buy rum, seashells, souveniers!" Why did she post that clip of herself to her community tab? Well...just BROWSING innocently around on YouTube. Not stalking anyone...and found this clip. So WEIRD! She was disgusted!
"I was such a fucking liar" (

) We can see that she has CHANGED! She has evolved! No more relying on substances for happiness anymore! Going clean! You can sign up by clicking the link in the description or if you're on an iPhone you need to use Safari.
<Snip Chantal Being a Self Care Qween!>
"Ready set ReBeeze!"
<Snip Chantal: World Traveler Edition>
SCP-400# has remembered they want to go on the golf cart! No wait! WALKING! We're healthy! Doing vlogging!!! Worked on it today and maybe tomorrow morning she can upload it for us during her COFFEE! Not going to be live all the time! (

) Chantal is sure that she can travel with Amberlynn and now that she is so experienced she can help Amber break out of her shell! How the tables have turned. Also the hair loss, it's MEDICAL. Ugh.

Cutting it up with the VIB! Associating with mortals! NADER USED TO YELL AT HER FOR NOT MAKING THE BED! Anyway! Haaaaaa funny! Gonna go to the beach! NOT mAnIC at ALl.
NO SING!
You know what? Look! It's been like an hour and we're HONGRY! Time to go wait closer to the restaurant because food is seriously needed. Night terrors! Needed that little light. Turning over to data plan so we can -
NO SING!

Never mind let's get a Cappuccino and talk about how someone had the AUDACITY when she has an eating disorder, that she needs to eat only 1400 calories a day and had Pizza Gate. The doctor was right. Diets cause eating disorders.
"I'm hungry for lunch." NO SING!
Alright fuck this let's go make reservations for Italian dinner! Sure she didn't want to eat FUCKING ITALIAN in Cuba yesterday, but it's a NEW DAY NEW TAL! Oh and she found a place you can go to just buy booze! Time to say hola to all the people!
"Hoe-lah!"
Chantal found out that she has to wait to make reservations as the poor put upon Cubano is having lunch. She disbelieves this and asks other people waiting, who reiterate that the woman is having her lunch and that yes, they are waiting. Chantal is unsure how to handle this minor inconvenience. This is an ALL INCLUSIVE TRIP! She's on lunch. Well. Shoot. The lady works until 3pm so Chantal is getting her lunch so that she can then go ahead and make reservations. She gets three ala carte meals! ARE WE EVEN WATCHING? WHERE IS EVERYONE?
We are going to book a show, Chantal thinks we are watching the board and reviewing options with her.

We are not.
Oh well! NOW WE CAN SEE! Do you like her OUTFIT!?!?!?!
Ma'am!!!
Never mind!
There is an incredible amount of wind and it's almost impossible to understand anything our Lady of Nashies is saying. Oh. Oh they open at 1pm! Chantal greets a couple while she shows us the garden.
"Wow eh?" So beautiful. (

)
We're going to walk around! Do stuff! Healthy! Did you know that Chantal loves palm trees? Despite having asked what they were for the past two days she has been in Coobeeza...
"I love palm trees!" And apples? "There's something about palm trees, I don't know...." NO SING!
We are so hungry. Starving. Missed breakfast. Don't want to wait in the line but we need to eat.

SCP-400# practices their human smile. This is how humans smile, right? Do humans make sand castles? We can make one on the beach! WHY DID WE MISS BREAKFAST? Catch the fuck up it was dark and we were seeing things! There are nervous eruptions of giggling. Hiccups. Behind those hideous lenses the eyes are shifting. Need to reset the biological clock. Seen a lot of butterflies. Sleeping with the door open. Something CRAWLED ON HER LAST NIGHT!? They sprayed with insecticide on the plane because it's like a law in Cuba or something. So anyway...when is LUNCH!?

The VIB ensconce the Mumtal Gunt. They please her with their offerings of pithy commentary and whataboutism's related to Dennis! She appreciates them so much. Even the trolls. Chantal admits again on camera she is Marie Pondeau. That was part of her dream.
"Someone was trying to staple my mouth shut it was scary."
The Face of Domestic Violence is talking about how chorizo melts in her mouth. It's so good. Delicious. Creamy one might say. TOTALLY FReSH and HeAlthY! The splinter VIB who liked Dennis way more than Ramo Alejandro want to know where he is. Despite being totally not into him, Chantal advises she hasn't seen him yet around the resort. No one has thought to ship them as DenTal and that is a damn shame. Even the trolls seem confused by SCP-400#'s ability to simulate a pitiable human being. CUBAN BREAD AND SOUP! MMmm!
<Snip VIB Bullshit>
OH THANK GOD FOOD!

People are dancing, this is confusing. Do they know? Have they realized who she is? FAMOUS YOUTUBER
FOODIE BEAUTY SCP-400#?

They totally want her.

Chantal has now said that things were nice,
"EH" one too many times. Getting real Canadian. Suspiciously so. Look where the fuck is the ice water so she can tip and get FOOD!?

A homunculus appears to worship at the gunt of the Fupallo.

We are dancing in our seat! We are having FUN! WE ARE COOBEEZIN!!!!!!!!!!!! Seriously though when is this going to stop so we can get food? Please stop clapping. So hungry.

Please...so...
OH THANK FUCK!

FEED!
We have attained chorizo and cheese in record time, we are hurplegunting at a horrific pace toward the bread offerings. A sharp corner, a twist, a turn, a thinner WOMAN in line. Fuck. No! No! EXERCISE CONFIDENCE! OVERCOME ANXIETY! Fuck that bitch in front of us. Chantal waddles in the way and corners the server who is trying to turn after providing a man and his toddler with some fresh delicious carbohydrates. She demands two pieces of bread with a curt Grassy Ass.

Get the FUCK out of the way! Super Hurple Activate!

SCP-400# hasn't even sat down yet. We need bread!
Ma'am your mask is slipping...
"Oh I broke my mask!" Not that one...
Chantal shoves $5 into a girl's hand and requests ice water. She knows she will need more food and her mask is broken. She asks if she can just hold it over her face when she needs more food. She needs FOOD. And water. So much water. Got to stay HYDRATED!

They bring her a mask. She is eating this and then getting more food!
"Chorizo toast with cheese is my favorite, I want to bring some home, what is chorizo?"

This is not pleasure, this has devolved to sustenance. The metamorphosis is taking a toll.

Sugar water is an important part of a healthy diet!

<Snip Chantal Being a White Savior Complex Personified>
She really isn't that interested in eating Italian food but they give her ala carte. It's hot. Nobody is looking...maybe. Fuck it.
After conning a waitress into fetching some fresh mango juice she returns to eating.

No one is wearing orange today. Still. Someone might be watching.

We are singing Lion King while making a path toward soup, and maybe some of that Chicken Pollo. There has been no further mention of Cervesa Beer. (

)
"I wanna eat white fish" DeeDee disagrees.

They have icecream!!!! None for Healthytal though! Is there soup today?

Gross.
Mortals A line!
Other people are just grabbing plates. Should she grab a plate? Is this the line? Food aggression is kicking in and she begins shuffling people out of the way with her dainty form.

WE NEED SOUP!
Chantal got in the wrong line we are getting yucca, and pumpkin, and some POLLO!

The server calls her beautiful. Neveryoumind that she has been singing in line and randomly talking just a little too loud to people named Flop Era and Lambo. Look we got food and that is what matters. Missed brekkie! Much night terrors! Need to load up!
No one is watching.

Plate contents may shift during hurplegunting.
"It's going to be delicious because it's so healthy!" X.

She loves it. Clearly. "
mm".

Maybe the chicken will be better.
X.
How about an olive? We like olives!
No one is watching.

Maybe just wash it all down with some juice. Something.
It's so hot. Too hot. She loves this healthy eating. It's all so good. No edibles. No Door Dash. No Nader.

She loves it.
We need more water. It's hot. Too hot. People might be watching but it's too hot for the cancer cap. Where is the waitress with more water!?

Maybe more food. It's so hot. Why is it so hot every day!? Yes. More food. Missed breakfast. Can't miss anymore meals.
Nobody is watching...."The food is really good but I have to eat slow" X.

Accountable Beauty is stupid. She thinks people are watching. Chantal knows this is foolish.
"So what, is there a law against filming?"

The is the time of feeding. And arm shakes.
Chantal is waxing poetic about the many ways she is going to be healthy, and why she will NOT be going in the pool. Accountable Beauty feels the need to be noticed. She will not stop injecting herself into the Beeze. This is COOBEEZA and we are having SPIRITUAL MOMENTS. We are contemplating the meaning of God (

). God is not about religion. God is spiritual. God just wants to Beeze.
X.
Alright you know what? Time to use the washroom. The VIB are whining about how they have been SUPER DOXED and mistreated just because they support the Great Northern Fupallo.
Not cool @cclaytonfields84 not cool at all.

Chantal is really sorry. Truly. Bottom of her heart.
Accountable Beauty is FUCKING. SICK. OF. IT.
Anyone fuck this it is ANNOYING! Chantal is going to hang out on her own. At the beach.
"Sorry guys, my bad" she is going to the beach and hanging out with herself totally not stalking Nader! She is bringing her beach bag and the sunscreen and is not going to sit around thinking about who got mega ultra dawxxxxed by the haydurs! She doesn't fucking care about Matt.
BYE!