She just CANNOT! "I cannot watch this FUCKER cook right now because I'm livid!"

Cuntal is not in the mood. Not at all. She has a commandment for her horde of VIBidiots:
"So whenever he gets to the part where he's talking I want to know what the fuck happened because if this BITCH got online and FUCKING LIED ABOUT SOMETHING LIKE THAT..." Like anal rape? Sexual coercion? Starbeeze vs. Trap? "SHE'S FUCKED! SHE'S FUCKED IN THE HEAD! I AM ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED! ARE THEY SERIOUS!?"
DO THEY NOT KNOW!? Do they not know what this shit is doing!? To HER!? Sex Worker QWEEN and Face of Domestic Violence: SCP-400#!
"They don't give a fuck!" (

)
NO SHE IS NOT OKAY! Fuck why does EVERYONE keep asking? She just needs to know if she is in SHIT! Yes? No? Chantal doesn't need to know why. She is drinking COCONUT WATER! We have made sleeping area adjustments due to the horrors of the night!
"I just want to know if something legal happened because he said 'we're going to talk a lot' so that means, is it something that involved me? That's all I need to know! And I don't want to watch so I need you guys to tell me cause I don't want to watch!" (

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Watching him makes her so mad:
DO IT FOR HER YOU FUCKING SLAVES! You can also join by clicking the link in the description. If you're on iPhone you need to use Safari!
She is live to prove she isn't watching. THIS IS NOT A FUNNY JOKE!
"It's not OKAY TO JOKE ABOUT SOMETHING LIKE THAT IT'S NOT! THE FUCK! OH MY GOD! ARE YOU SERIOUS!? ARE THEY ACTUALLY SERIOUS OR WHAT!?"
Annnnyyyywaaayyyyyyyy....she's going to throw up. Honestly, Honestal! She cannot BELIEVE this creep! Cannot belief it!
"I have INTEGRITY! I would NEVER do that for him! I wouldn't do a LOT of shit you do for him!" Because he wouldn't let you.

The DISGUST is stamped across her face. It brings color to her cheeks. Generally. In general. Just DISGUSTING! Like this is just gross, and she said that. She is like BAIT!? Are they baiting her!? This is SICK! SICK! BraappPpPpp!
So about that new sleeping set up! EW Ew! THERE ARE BUGS IN THE ROOM!
"Do mosquitos here have malaria? Or is that somewhere else?" World. Traveler.
It's too cold in the room at night! Freezing! She would prefer to leave the window open but there are bugs...her aunt told her all about coconuts and the health benefits of coconut water and there are bugs and
"Hiiiii misstresssss rebeccaaaa!" Despite being busy trying to dox everyone on Kiwi Farms and spamming VIB Discords with literal Cheese Pizza, Mistress Rebecca still has time to stop in and slide her fetid tongue along the folds of Chantal's upper Fupa.
Why does she need everyone else to watch Nader and FUD2 for her? She just can't!

Honestal, hand to Gunrar. She just can't.
A VIB DARES to compliment DeeDee as a pretty good actress. DO YOU KNOW WHAT CHANNEL YOU ARE WATCHING!?
"SHE'S NOT REALLY A GOOD ACTRESS SHE HAS THE FUCKING PERSONALITY AS I ALWAYS SAY OF A GODDAMN CHURCH WAFER!" Chantal is very upset! This is unacceptable behavior!

So upset.
There are THREE beds in the room, but tonight, to combat the terrors of the Ghanoush Yaga we will be sleeping on the couch:

The door to the patio will be left open so that the sound of the waves crashing on a Coobeeza beach may lull our lovely Lady of Perpetual Nashies to slumber. There is no bug screen, the patio door will just be left wide open. That light, to scare away the Ghanoush Yaga? Still going to be on, shining in the darkness. The Fruit Fly Tribes, having sent emissaries in the Kenneth Cole carry-on all the way to Coobeeza, have been spending their time networking with the local indigenous aerial insects. Their time has been used wisely, instead of on wandering in circles pretending to be a mortal.

SCP-400# is outside, doing deep breathing. She finds the sounds of the Coobeeza Insect Amalgamation (CIA) calming. She just wants to know what happened with NADER! She just needs to know! Should she lawyer up!?
Why? Sleeping on the patio would be better, it's so CALM here! Why would she worry? Did she break the law?
"I mean with the no-contact order...maybe I broke the law? I don't know if I broke the law." The VIB just need to watch and TELL HER what is being SAID!
Anyway back to bed and NOT talking about Nader and DeeDee.
SO ABOUT FUCKING NADER AND DEEDEE: A VIB thinks that D2 is more dangerous than Nader. Poor Arabian Knight.
"Hmm that's interesting"
"But I can see that!"
SHE HOPES PEOPLE ARE PISSED! THis is RiDICulOUS! She is getting herself a lawyer!
"I'm getting myself an imaginary lawyer just like my imaginary accountant". (

). Why does DumDumDeeDeeDooDoo like this? Who knows! Her ex was like this, andFUD2 was with that guy for like TEN YEARS!? I mean...whatever! If you like it you like it! Sex Worker Qween has forgotten she is a masochist and into BDSM and FinDom.
"I don't trust a single word they fucking say! At all" (

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The VIB understand. DeeDee is just obsessed! Chantal agrees!!!
"You should have heard her begging to come back, even I have never done that" So Ma'am....about that thread...

You know what? YOU ARE RIGHT! So right Sara Jane!
"She already...." Chantal thinks better of slander.
"yeah..." The VIB are snuggled into every available sweat soaked crevice!
"SHE IS JUST SOME LONELY DESPERATE DRUNK FROM LACHINE FUCKIN' LOOKING FOR ANOTHER ARABIC MAN THAT SHE IS ATTRACTED TO!" Unlike Chantal. She fucks anything brown that has a seemingly poor grasp on English that she can exploit for emotional validation. Look DEEDEE used to be abused by her ex, per Honestal! She didn't like it when SHE was being abused! Yeah I mean, she went back for like 10 months or a whole year or whatever but she still left! She didn't STAY and try to be with him!
The VIB that have been reading the thread and Beauty Parlor Chat are helpfully providing Chantal with the information on Farmer spergs about why DeeDee and Nader act the way they do! DEEDEE WAS FREAKING OUT! NADER WILL NOT EVEN CLAIM DEEDEE!
Or you. There was that time when they were going to the hotel, her and Nader, and like it was so patheti -
"AHHHHHHHHHHHFCUKKK A BUG GOD GOD AHHHH!"
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Revenge for Box Mountain 3.0.
"JESUS!!!!!!!!!!" Chantal cannot cross the room to reach her VIB. She is making terrified squeaking noises. The CIA attack has begun.

SCP-400# is having trouble maintaining a semblance of human form.
"THERE'S A HUGE WEIRD BUG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She forgot bugs are attracted to light! There's no screen! IT'S BIG AND BLACK AND IT FLIES AND SHE DOESN'T KNOW IF IT IS POISONOUS!!!!

The Coobeeza Insect Amalgamation spent the three prior days preparing for this advance aerial attack.
"OH FUCK I HATE BEETLES MORE THAN ANY OTHER BUG IN THE WORLD" They know. It almost flew on her! IT ALMOST TOUCHED HER! The VIB talk to her about cockroaches and that they fly.
"OH GOD HERE IT COMES OH GOD OH MY GOD HERE IT COMES" Suffer for your crimes against the Amazon Box Basin.
Concerned for it's safety SCP-400# flees, leaving the VIB. It loves them so much.
"It won't leave." (

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SCP-400# retrieves the phone, it is panning around the room trying to show us the CIA infiltrator. This brave lone warrior prepares for a bombing run. SCP-400# flees, causing the mirror to catch a flicker of its true form:
"Get out of my room!" It is a pleading whisper. This is what they have been training for. SCP-400# hates the sun, it thinks darkness is an ally. But she merely adopted the dark; these insects were born in it, molded by it. They didn't see the light until they were already metamorphosed, by then it was nothing to them but blinding.
"Get out of my room!" Restore the iMac Highlands."It has legs! I'm NOT kidding" (

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"Like HUGE dangly legs!" Chantal is hyperventilating. We are creeping into the room.
"I HEARD IT! I heard it! Here it is!!!!!" She is screamwhispering.
"Look at this thing, oh God, oh God!" The brave CIA operative hides in a lamp shade. SCP-400# Super Hurple's onto the patio. The emissaries of the Fruit Fly Tribes of Upper Box Mountain are praying.
"Grunrar spoke, and there came a swarm of flies
And gnats in all their territory."
Psalms of Nashies 105:31
"It's HUGE! You guys! HELP ME!" There is no help for those condemned by Gunrar.
"Luis??!" Chantal is asking for a buffet waiter to hear her frantic whispers and save her. (

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She has obtained a travel bottle of OFF! Bug Spray. It will not protect her. Knowing this she panics and ducks back into the entry area.
"What kind of bug is it!? LOOK AT IT!"

She has yet to notice the second operative in the upper right, watching, waiting. They have trained for this. They are ready to die for their homeland. No $10 CAD tip will sway these brave warriors of the Coobeeza Insect Amalgamation.
"OH MY GOD IT IS A GIANT FUCKING FLYING COCKROACH OH MY FUCK! FUCKING GOD!"

Run. Run if you can. We are locked in the bathroom. Chantal has slammed the door and is violently hyperventilating.
"I can't, I can't!"
Chantal has steeled herself. She must close the patio door.

She isn't sure what it is, it's a bug. She hates bugs. She may have to kill it! She can do this! (

) She has found one of the CIA operatives. She weakly smacks it with a shoe. Maybe this will kill it?!
"I don't know where the huge one went off to."
"Now it's going to come after me for revenge" (

)
"COME NEAR ME I DARE YA!"
Chantal is swinging the camera erratically and claims to have knocked it out. (

) Did we see it!?
"I wasn't expecting a huge fucking Battle Royale with a flying cockroach" No one ever does.

SCP-400# is filled with false confidence.
"Coming in here, don't you fucking DARE! It was flying right at my face! So I smacked it with my shoe! And it flew into my suitcase!!!" The infirmary set up by the emissaries of the Fruit Fly Tribe is housed in the Kenneth Cole, praise Gunrar our valiant warrior is receiving the care needed. (

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"It's not dead. It's mad at me and I know, it's coming after me tonight."

The fallen shall be avenged. So many women and pupae. Cut down in their prime. Buried in mass graves of the Villa Freezer. Forced from their ancestral homelands of Box Mountain to the upper reaches of Box Mountain 3.0. Their lives and businesses destroyed by $400 an hour movers hired to sweep away the evidence of Cuntal's crimes. #NeverAgain.

Chantal is regaling the VIB, she is saying that she won the war, fought bravely, emerged victorious.
They are watching. "I killed the bug, if I don't kill it, it's going to kill me. One of us has got to go." (

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The Great Northern Fupallo spasms violently, it thought a bug was walking on the folds.
"It was flying, it was like this long"
Plain Cheeseburgers sees a shadow.

The Great Northern Fupallo sees nothing. Clearly they are trolling.
She needs to recuperate, and sleep. Gunt out!
The night is young.