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bassie was just scrolling through her instagram feed on her shitty iphone 5c, lying down in a pile of cushions on the loft she usually kept to herself to during her offtime. and then she sees something that catches her eye a little bit.
“Deepest recorded Scientology run”
well it looks really fuckin cool!
…
maybe even cool enough to do it herself. or maybe with some friends. but what wrong did scientology even do to deserve all this?
a quick google search later left bassie just flabbergasted.
“…They… THEY DID WHAT??? FORCED ABORTIONS?? HUMAN TRAFFICKING??? CHILD LABOUR?? أستغفر الله I NEED TO TELL EVERYONE ABOUT THIS!”
she got up and went down the spiral staircase that led down to normal level. this floor was where all the toon handlers offices were, and they arent really coming here anymore. she went into the elevator, phone clutched in her right hand as she went down to the toon rooms.