It was Joseph the Nazi who assassinated Archduke Ferdinand to justify the invasion of Serbia who then fled to the cosmic Amazon jungle, the plot uncovered by Magistrate Pfeffer whose silence was rewarded with a fuck from Frau Ofner, Joseph outdueled by Agent Poveda to solve the mysterious case of Ushe after soliciting a fuck with a stranger, Joseph reincarnated as the Tarttalo of Navarra and the nemesis of Inspector Salazar who begot a son because she got fucked too, and Joseph transformed as Al-Masih because Case Officer Geller got fucked by Aviram before the plane crash.
And that is how the fucking ballad of Buster Scruggs came to be in the American frontier.
Meanwhile in Nueva Ecija, the Phantom Biker barged through quarantine to chase The Professor, rumored to be somewhere in Palawan and fucking Racquel, for just a wad of the 984 million euros looted by the capital cities from the Royal Mint of Spain, but they could not get enough and barged into the Bank of Spain for the 4.5 million dollars in a monarch's crown, or perhaps melt the entire Crown Jewels into 3.5 billion dollars of corona virus vaccine.
And I can't help wondering if Lilibeth ever got fucked...
The first week of the the extended quarantine blew the UN base camp in Baghdad, liberation buried by shattered concrete where footprints trudged along El Camino de Santiago as it snaked through the Magical Andes to an infamous death in La Higuera where an American became the patriarch of Osaka's Shiromatsu Clan as the The Basque from Madrid exterminated the crime bosses and anarchists of Barcelona.
We obviously need a haircut.
But chasing the tiger's tail is a carousel where police control points restrict morning bike rides to soccer games in a submerged Thai cave, the Spanish mint still under siege, the bizarre murders in the jungles of Colombia remains unsolved, Shin Beth and the CIA at odds in Texas, Dennis Rodman still missing in Chicago.
And a meeting with Trotsky in Mexico City remains suspended until the gates to Sarajevo and Pamplona are emancipated.
In the end, they quarreled over tacos.
The Admiral conspired for al pastor and carnitas, and got executed by firing squad in Bogota; the General rebelled when he was denied de castana and asada, and was cut to pieces in Antioquia; the loyal Grand Marshal was assassinated in Berruecos, his barbacoa and guisado obliterated in a hail of bullets.
Apparently, Siggie failed to properly hypnotize Fleur who unconscously redirected the eartquake and lightning of Good Friday to strike La Casa de Papel instead where The Liberator choked on pages of the Taco Chronicles as the sun set at Quinta de San Pedro Alejandrino in Episode 60.
Jesus was the first zombie.
This was John's prophecy whose skull-less bones were picked by Empress Helena during her quest for the true cross, and wrapped in a shroud that ended up in Turin.
The Rock is in fact The Brat according to the Book of Mary Magdalene while Judas hanged himself to be reincarnated as Severus Snape to escape the wrath of Saul who would preach to the uncircumcised because the Professor broke quarantine for the bike trails.
And my name is Quiapo...
In the Darkest Hour of The Least Expected Day of the dreaded Sicario, the Shadow Recuits played sungka and sipped whiskey as the Mystic River broke through The Siege of Jadotville.
This week will be Operation Finale against the Mark of the Devil before Steel Rain comes to pierce the Secrets of the Tower of London.
Meanwhile, The Coldest Game ever is played by The Outsider aganst The Two Popes, The American and The Irishman in the shores of The Red Sea Diving Resort where for 93 Days, Spenser [was] Confidential to Polar politics.
ABNKKBSANPLAko exclaimed the bikers to Goyo The Boy General who is pining for Always Be My Maybe because Jokoy Comin' Hot is what the Hot Girls Wanted.
And luckless Julio's fate finally succumbed to The Executioner as the Liberator scored against Santander in Ocana while the flames of discontent raged in Lima, Quito, Caracas and Santa Fe de Bogota.
