latter, but i must get creative to avoid being dragged through mr goldsteins wild ride.
the goal will be to disappear by next year without anyone catching on to my plan; i intend on doing this by stockpiling a ton of money over the following year while faking enthusiasm for my "wife". she will be unaware of these funds as i'll be hiding it in a bank account registered to rusty shackleford, my new identity. if the bank demands further details, i will use my powers of raw intimidation and autism awkwardness to force them to skip most of the registration process.
this has the added benefit of delaying her titty choppin surgery as i can simply claim my boss cut my wages too much for us to afford soylent, funkopops, and rent this year.
during this time i will hire an experienced forger to create documents under my new name, my address will be in an abandoned toys r us for simplicity sake. additionally i will be growing out a full hobo wizard beard, this will be important later on.
on the night that i have enough money and the documents are ready, i will shave off my hobo beard leaving me unrecognisable to my ""wife"" who has gotten used to seeing me with a crumb and millipede infested beard, mess up the contents of my room enough to make it seem like a struggle occured, then escape through the window at exactly 2:49am, the most ungodly hour of the day. using my built up hotwiring and lockpicking research, i will steal a car and then ditch it after 10 miles onto the nearest lamp post.
after which i will run off into the woods where no security cameras are set up and head north through the forests. by the time my """wife""" wakes up i will be too far away for any law enforcement patrols to notice me in my new home; a rabbits burrow.
now you may be wondering what i'm going to do with the money i stockpiled, what i did not tell you is that i had it gradually withdrawn from my bank. each time i visited the bank i wore a bathrobe with my underoos in full display to discourage the bank teller from snitching on me. i have accumulated atleast a good 50 kilos of dough through this, however i cannot spend it as all money is tracked, so i instead use it as bedding material for me and my rabbit roommates.
years will pass in this burrow, and my """"wife"""" will have no clue what happened and assume i had died from the niggeraids she gave me. i have became ungovernable as i raid the local farmers field for tubers with my rabbit bros.
