Captain Creeper
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I cannot f-ing believe this! So, this weekend I was researching the Epstein documents online. I know there has to be a smoking gun in all of this that will tie a nice, pretty, big bow around this entire matter. Monarchies will crumble, world powers will fall, pandemonium will rein for 1,000 years! I just have to find the smoking gun ... the THERE-there. As a citizen journalist, this is peak adrenaline!
Then, it happened. My name appeared: "Capt. Creeper". I thought, "Sh*t, they got me". Now mind you, I did not do anything "wrong", per se. I most certainly did not touch any underage girls. At the time I was a sales rep for a human cloning service out of Israel. Epstein was looking to clone himself, in parts and in whole. So he invited my company to his island for the purpose of wooing us into some kind of agreement to provide him with our cloning services so he could create a master race of some sort. My boss, Saul Goldstein, thought it was all very weird, so he sent his gentile, me.
It was a wild place, that Epstein Island. Yes, there were some young girls there. But I do not know if they were of legal age or not. I did not ask to check any IDs. Jeffrey offered to set me up with 5 of the girls. I politely declined. He gave me an incredulous look. I was there to sell, so I had to make sure I did not offend him. I said, "Uh, well, you know, I like my women a little more ... mature". Jeffrey then brightened up and said, "Oh, well, then, I have got the PERFECT specimen for YOU!" I ended up spending the rest of my time there with Ghislaine Maxwell, getting pegged with a wooden d*ldo. According to Jefferey, this was one of the original d*ldos used by the Incas back in prehistoric times. It even had one of their god's head carved into it.
I saw an entire array of who's who during my time on the island. However, the one who was most prominent was former president, Bill Clinton. He strutted around the island, always nude, like he owned the place. He was constantly doing lines of white powder off of various nude body parts. It was not just the women either. Bill was so zonked he was doing blow on anyone and everyone! I had to run away from him at one point because he had a case of the munchies and believed my wang was a Nathan's wiener.
Bill clearly got on Jefferey's nerves. He would tell Maxwell to spike Bill's booze so he would pass out and, therefore, calm down. But no matter how much dope Maxwell put in Bubba's whiskey, he just kept on going, like the Energizer Bunny. In fact, the drugs seemed to make Bill even more energetic. It is like he was Popeye and the drugs were his spinach!
By this point I had really gotten into Maxwell and what she was doing to me. So it pissed me off that she had to keep tending to Bill instead of focusing exclusively on me. I understood, of course. If she did not tend to him, he would be getting it on with anything and everything, even. Jefferey was REALLY into his plan to make a master race of perverts like himself, and Bill was distracting him. Finally, I was enlisted to help them subdue Bill.
For whatever reason, Epstein had a man-sized syringe costume. My job was to get Bill's attention, then run away as Bill chased me. I would lead Bill through the hallways of Epstein's castle, and to a particular spot where a net would be dropped over Bill. Bill would then be shot up with a 10,000cc cocktail of horse tranquilizer and heroin. Well, the plan worked, except for the drugs. Like before, the drugs only seemed to further empower Bill, turning him into some kind of Super Schmuck.
Then, I had a brilliant idea! While Bill was trying to negotiate some more girls from Jefferey, I kind of casually said to Maxwell, "So, ah, when did you say Hillary is expected to arrive?" This got Bill's attention instantly. Clearly, he did not want Hillary anywhere near the island, as it would mean a certain end to his fun. Both Jefferey and Ghislaine caught on instantly. "Epstein said, "Oh, yeah, Hillary should be here in, oh, 30 minutes or so." Obviously, this was all a lie. But it sent Bill into a complete panic. "OH GAWD! OH GAWD!! OH GAWD!!! I GOT TO GET OFF THIS ISLAND!!! NOW!!!!!", he ranted. I almost felt sorry for poor Bill. He was in pure terror over Hillary showing up.
Epstein had Bill helicoptered off the island. He was so pleased by what I had done that he tried to give me some girls. Again, I politely declined. Then I said, "But, what you CAN do for me is to contract with my company for our services to clone you and to assist you in your great endeavor to create a master race of human perverts!" Jefferey readily agreed. Then he insisted on performing a rectal examination on me, for some reason.
Anyway, while researching the dark recesses of the Epstein Files, there I was. There was all sorts of undercover intel gathering on the island by both the Mossad and the CIA, and the NYT. Everything was on film. After seeing my face in many photos, I decided to give up my role of citizen journalist in order to remain anonymous. I could not afford to have my identity compromised, as it could cost me my current job as a crypto exchange manager.
Then, it happened. My name appeared: "Capt. Creeper". I thought, "Sh*t, they got me". Now mind you, I did not do anything "wrong", per se. I most certainly did not touch any underage girls. At the time I was a sales rep for a human cloning service out of Israel. Epstein was looking to clone himself, in parts and in whole. So he invited my company to his island for the purpose of wooing us into some kind of agreement to provide him with our cloning services so he could create a master race of some sort. My boss, Saul Goldstein, thought it was all very weird, so he sent his gentile, me.
It was a wild place, that Epstein Island. Yes, there were some young girls there. But I do not know if they were of legal age or not. I did not ask to check any IDs. Jeffrey offered to set me up with 5 of the girls. I politely declined. He gave me an incredulous look. I was there to sell, so I had to make sure I did not offend him. I said, "Uh, well, you know, I like my women a little more ... mature". Jeffrey then brightened up and said, "Oh, well, then, I have got the PERFECT specimen for YOU!" I ended up spending the rest of my time there with Ghislaine Maxwell, getting pegged with a wooden d*ldo. According to Jefferey, this was one of the original d*ldos used by the Incas back in prehistoric times. It even had one of their god's head carved into it.
I saw an entire array of who's who during my time on the island. However, the one who was most prominent was former president, Bill Clinton. He strutted around the island, always nude, like he owned the place. He was constantly doing lines of white powder off of various nude body parts. It was not just the women either. Bill was so zonked he was doing blow on anyone and everyone! I had to run away from him at one point because he had a case of the munchies and believed my wang was a Nathan's wiener.
Bill clearly got on Jefferey's nerves. He would tell Maxwell to spike Bill's booze so he would pass out and, therefore, calm down. But no matter how much dope Maxwell put in Bubba's whiskey, he just kept on going, like the Energizer Bunny. In fact, the drugs seemed to make Bill even more energetic. It is like he was Popeye and the drugs were his spinach!
By this point I had really gotten into Maxwell and what she was doing to me. So it pissed me off that she had to keep tending to Bill instead of focusing exclusively on me. I understood, of course. If she did not tend to him, he would be getting it on with anything and everything, even. Jefferey was REALLY into his plan to make a master race of perverts like himself, and Bill was distracting him. Finally, I was enlisted to help them subdue Bill.
For whatever reason, Epstein had a man-sized syringe costume. My job was to get Bill's attention, then run away as Bill chased me. I would lead Bill through the hallways of Epstein's castle, and to a particular spot where a net would be dropped over Bill. Bill would then be shot up with a 10,000cc cocktail of horse tranquilizer and heroin. Well, the plan worked, except for the drugs. Like before, the drugs only seemed to further empower Bill, turning him into some kind of Super Schmuck.
Then, I had a brilliant idea! While Bill was trying to negotiate some more girls from Jefferey, I kind of casually said to Maxwell, "So, ah, when did you say Hillary is expected to arrive?" This got Bill's attention instantly. Clearly, he did not want Hillary anywhere near the island, as it would mean a certain end to his fun. Both Jefferey and Ghislaine caught on instantly. "Epstein said, "Oh, yeah, Hillary should be here in, oh, 30 minutes or so." Obviously, this was all a lie. But it sent Bill into a complete panic. "OH GAWD! OH GAWD!! OH GAWD!!! I GOT TO GET OFF THIS ISLAND!!! NOW!!!!!", he ranted. I almost felt sorry for poor Bill. He was in pure terror over Hillary showing up.
Epstein had Bill helicoptered off the island. He was so pleased by what I had done that he tried to give me some girls. Again, I politely declined. Then I said, "But, what you CAN do for me is to contract with my company for our services to clone you and to assist you in your great endeavor to create a master race of human perverts!" Jefferey readily agreed. Then he insisted on performing a rectal examination on me, for some reason.
Anyway, while researching the dark recesses of the Epstein Files, there I was. There was all sorts of undercover intel gathering on the island by both the Mossad and the CIA, and the NYT. Everything was on film. After seeing my face in many photos, I decided to give up my role of citizen journalist in order to remain anonymous. I could not afford to have my identity compromised, as it could cost me my current job as a crypto exchange manager.
