Mortal Kombat: How Gods are required to settle disputes, when negotiation fails. Gods, in their most vulnerable forms, settle a dispute via trial-by-combat. They fight to a draw or until one party is made extinct by the other. Only one ordeal-by-combat is allowed between the same parties for the same dispute.
The God Mx. Mxyzptlk no longer exits. They’ve been erased. By what or by whom? Officially: Unknown! Unofficially: Unknown!! Completely off the record, as far as off the record can go: Unknown!!!
Likewise. Mx. Handcock no longer exists. They’ve been erased. There is only Ms. Kirstjen Michele Nielsen. Erased by what or whom? Erased by Ms. Kirstjen Michele Nielsen.
Dame Judi Dench and Ms. Kirstjen Michele Nielsen are no longer legally separated or estranged. They’re back together again.
Brakebills no longer lists Ms. Kirstjen Michele Nielsen as being on open-ended sabbatical. Ms. Kirstjen Michele Nielsen is back teaching fulltime at Brakebills. Professor Kltpzyxm has turned out to be her temporarily replacement, after all.
As Ms. Kirstjen Michele Nielsen. She’s back to having a hard pretty face with the requisite RBF. No eyeglasses, Piranhas, or Parts.
Therefore, much to Judi’s glee, Kirstjen’s default is back to being a pure, unadulterated Barbara I Dream of Jeannie Eden’s Stella Johnson—inarguably, the quintessential blueprint for the preeminent female face of WWF’s Attitude Era, Miss Debra and her Puppies!
Professor Kltpzyxm? She’s living at the Oz on skidrow, having taken over the apartment of the discarded Mx. Handcock.
Unemployed at the moment? Nope.
Klipsch was offered and has accepted a position as a substitute teacher at Brakebills.
Seeing it as beneath her station in life? Of course not.
What does she do in her spare time?
When she’s not intoxicated and/or screwing someone or something, or indulging in her anthropology hobby. She’s a baglady roaming the alleys and trolling dumpsters while pushing the baglady’s trademark a battered shopping cart filled with worldly possessions.
It’s late in the evening.
Ms. Nielsen steps into the alley behind the Oz. To meet with KK afterhours to discuss a point of curriculum divergence in the lesson plan that Ms. Nielsen inherited from KK. But. Off-campus, KK’s carnal motives ALWAY take priority over any business at hand, in their face-to-faces.
KK is rummaging through a dumpster. An activity she stops when she becomes aware of Ms. Nielsen’s presence.
This KK is filthy, smelly, and infested. Patches of her skin are so dirty, they are black. Fetid breath. Teeth so dirty, they look rotten. Her hair is a mess. KK’s outfit is little more than filthy rags. No gloves or shoes. No manicure or pedicure. Long dirty ragged fingernails and toenails. Thick-readers, plaintive makeup, Piranhas, and Parts, of course. This is well beyond Bohemian-Macabre. In a word: ragged. And. She’s feral and wanton, as if she were a Furie in heat.
“You’re late—”
“—the chancellor had to speak with me at the last minute about—”
Suddenly enraged, KK bitch-slaps Ms. Nielsen.
“Did I say you could speak?!”
Ms. Nielsen just stands there. If she were strapping, she’d be ejaculating into her rubber panties.
“Know your place or I will beat it into you!”
Again, Ms. Nielsen’s reaction is to not act.
KK unbuttons the girl’s jacket and gropes her chest.
“Very nice. I am very pleased.”
KK reaches between the girl’s legs and gropes her nethers. The girl is not strapping which again enrages KK. Again, KK bitch-slaps the girl.
“Never come to me this way, ever!!!” KK shrieks.
Ms. Nielsen obeys the bi-polar-acting KK. Now, she’s strapping Piranhas and Parts underneath her skirt. The now not-just-a-girl ejaculates into her rubber panties.
“Crane!!!” KK additionally shrieks.
Ms. Nielsen complies, sort of. Her jeannie yanks back into a sternka which is almost-equitable in severity to her wearing her hair in a crane. KK repeatedly bitch-slaps Ms. Nielsen for this semi-insubordination.
Almost-equitable still isn’t as-equitable.
So. Her jeannie yanked back into a sternka gives way to the initially “requested” crane.
“Turn off your features, now!!!” KK commands, seeing that the girl’s features are keeping her clean and pristine as they do the dirty.
Ms. Nielsen turns off her features, as commanded by the domineering dyke.
KK pushes Ms. Nielsen up against a wall and literally mauls her. They French kiss, violently. KK yanks up Ms. Nielsen’s skirt and yanks down her panties. She gives Ms. Nielsen a handjob akin to vise-grip locking pliers.
KK prefers commando: No panties!!!
KK assaults the girl.
KK rips and tears the girl’s outfit.
KK’s “copies” her filth, offensive body odor, and infestations onto the girl.
KK “alters” the girl’s appearance, extensively, to suit her perverse needs and desires.
As a result of KK’s doing. Ms. Nielsen looks the worse for wear. For example, ripped seams, the sleeves of her suitcoat are torn into strips up to the elbows, and long “tendrils” extending from the frayed hemline of the short skirt. Plus. The girl is now filthy, smelly, and infested. Patches of her skin are so dirty, they are black. Fetid breath. Teeth so dirty, they look rotten. Her hair is a mess. Her outfit is little more than filthy rags. No gloves or shoes. No manicure or pedicure. Long dirty ragged fingernails and toenails. Thick-readers, of course. This is well beyond Bohemian-Macabre. This is the ravaged baglady appearance that KK craves. In a word: ragged.
During this their sexual roleplay, which KK takes way too seriously of late. KK is a baglady junkie hooker. And. Ms. Nielsen is Ms. Handcock. Ms. Handcock is a hardcopy of a customer of KK’s who has gone native. That customer being “imaginary,” because this is sexual roleplay, for crying out loud. The fake customer of a fake prostitute.
Done with foreplay. Hung-like-a-horse KK enters Ms. Nielsen violently. Her massive penis pistoning Ms. Nielsen’s tight hot snatch, ripping and tearing delicate vaginal tissue. This is consensual sex which is indistinguishable from rape. After KK has done the girl’s pussy into raw hamburger, she’ll penetrate the girl anally and orally.
Angie Bates. A randomized human baglady walks by, pushing her shopping cart. Angie fancies herself getting a piece of the action that KK is getting. Be careful what you wish for, because sometimes you get it.
KK is a denizen of skidrow, just like Angie is. As wretched a creature, as Angie or anyone else down here, for that matter.
KK is not quite crazy, yet. But, she’s getting there.
Per almost-crazy KK. Ms. Handcock is NOT the flipside of Ms. Nielsen who is invokable only by KK.
Per almost-crazy KK. This her Ms. Handcock is a “real” person. Not a delusion of KK’s.
Per almost-crazy KK. It’s Ms. Nielsen who is imaginary. Not reality.
Per almost-crazy KK. Ms. Nielsen is a delusion of Ms. Handcock.
Per almost-crazy KK. KK and Ms. Handcock have a friends-with-benefits relationship.
Per almost-crazy KK. Ms. Handcock is KK’s roommate.
Per almost-crazy KK. KK is sane. It’s KK’s roommate Ms. Handcock who’s insane.
Almost-crazy KK’s OCD obsesses about “her” Ms. Handcock. Not about the “imaginary” Ms. Nielsen.
KK has no use for the “imaginary” Ms. Nielsen. KK has every vile use for “her” Ms. Handcock.