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Speaker delivers a frenzied monologue filled with violent imagery, gear lists, and fatalistic talk. He starts with cryptic calls: "I'm the walker, baby. Why so quintess? Where is your fucking god now?" and "Fucking rip and tear. That's the big one." He jots supplies: "Here's my belt," "I got my Minnesota patch," "private Gengen," and mentions "new headphones so I can hear them scream." He references a past act: "That dude raped someone." He notes emergency gear: "Got more Jew gas taped on this end. This will be for the emergency exit. Pop it through the hand." He declares mood swings from affection to hostility: "Tomorrow. I love you. Tomorrow. I hate you." The closing line: "It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel really good."

Speaker narrates a chaotic note to family and others, interweaving gun imagery, brand sponsorship, and political nods: “Pace, love, unity, and guns. Fuck. Nine millimeter.” “This message brought to you by BlackRock and ExxonMobil sponsored by Pabst Blue Ribbon, Brandon Herrera for president.” He recalls meeting Brandon Herrera at SHOT Show, urging votes, and claims, “Vintage warfare promotes love and peace and accepting differences.” He continues, “Tomorrow. I'm sorry to my family, but that's it. That's the only people I'm sorry to fuck those kids. Shit. I regret everything.” Additional lines: “I didn't ask for life. You didn't ask for death. I'll make my own fucking stars.” “Watch millimeter go bang.” “Where is your fucking god now?” “Got my Breivik Gengen? Fuck, Nigel. That dude raped someone.” “Got more Jew gas taped on this end.” “It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel really good.”

Here's my note to my family and shit. 'Pace, love, unity, and guns.' This message brought to you by BlackRock and ExxonMobil sponsored by Pabst Blue Ribbon, Brandon Herrera for president. Yeah. I met Brandon Herrera at SHOT Show last year. He and I had a conversation, a brief conversation, but, like, we agreed on a lot of things. So y'all should vote for Brandon Herrera for president and vintage warfare promotes love and peace and accepting differences. Tomorrow. I'm sorry to my family, but that's it. That's the only people I'm sorry to. Fuck those kids. Shit. Regret everything. I didn't ask for life. You didn't ask for death. I'll make my own Yeah. Watch my nine millimeter go bang. You. It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel really good.

Pace, love, unity, and guns. This message brought to you by BlackRock and ExxonMobil sponsored by Pabst Blue Ribbon, Brandon Herrera for president. I'm sorry to my family, but that's it. That's the only people I'm sorry to fuck those kids. Regret everything. I didn't ask for life. You didn't ask for death. I'll make my own Yeah. Watch my nine millimeter go bang. Don't forget to live, laugh, and love. This one's for me in case I need it. Got more Jew gas taped on this end. This will be for the emergency exit. Fuck, Nigel. That dude raped someone. Tomorrow. Tomorrow. I love you. I hate you. It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel really good.

The speaker writes a chaotic note to family that blends gun culture with political and corporate references: Pace, love, unity, and guns. He recalls meeting Brandon Herrera at SHOT Show last year and says Brandon Herrera for president, noting this message brought to you by BlackRock and ExxonMobil sponsored by Pabst Blue Ribbon. He mentions tomorrow’s apology to his family: Tomorrow. I'm sorry to my family, but that's it. The monologue shifts to violent imagery: Regret everything. I didn't ask for life. You didn't ask for death. I'll make my own and watch my nine millimeter go bang. It includes disturbing lines such as Nigel. That dude raped someone and Got my new headphones so I can hear them scream, plus Got more Jew gas taped on this end and It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel really good.

Okay. I'm the walker, baby. Where is your fucking god now? Skippity Riz. Gong gang. The big boy. Fucking rip and tear. Don't forget to live, laugh, and love. This one's for me in case I need it. Some smoke. Extra thick. H shit. Motherfucker. Fuck, Nigel. That dude raped someone. I got my new headphones so I can hear them scream. Here's my belt. So useless bitch. You're gonna push. I got my Minnesota patch. Let's fucking do this before things are in your kitchen. Got more Jew gas taped on this end. This will be for the emergency exit. Nigger. It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel really good.

Hope you can read that. Yeah. Pace, love, unity, and guns. This message brought to you by BlackRock and ExxonMobil sponsored by Pabst Blue Ribbon, Brandon Herrera for president. Yeah. I met Brandon Herrera at SHOT Show last year. He and I had a conversation, a brief conversation, but, like, we agreed on a lot of things. So y'all should vote for Brandon Herrera for president Vintage warfare promotes love and peace and accepting differences. Watch my nine millimeter go bang. Where is your fucking god now? Shit. Got more Jew gas taped on this end. This will be for the emergency exit. Nigga. Tomorrow. Tomorrow. I love you. I hate you. It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel really good.

I want to end it all right now. Stop it. Don't do it. Shoot me and you'll go to jail for life. Are you going to shoot my mom? Who's pointing the gun at me again?

Nine millimeter go bang. I'm the walker, baby. Why so quintess? Where is your fucking god now? Fuck. Fucking rip and tear. That's the big one. Don't forget to live, laugh, and love. And this one's for me in case I need it. Some smoke. Extra thick. H shit. Motherfucker. Where should I get my fucking Fuck, Nigel. That dude raped someone. Got my new headphones so I can hear them scream. Here's my belt. Yeah. Stupid. You're so useless bitch. I got my Minnesota patch in the fucking FSP. Got more Jew gas taped on this end. This will be for the emergency exit. Pop it through the hand. I don't know where it's Garfield. This is is all too fucking real. Nigga. Yeah. Tomorrow. Tomorrow. I love you. It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel really good.

Kyle introduces himself: "My name is Kyle. I'm Antifa, and there's so much rage in me that I've had to record this, like, 15 times trying to get the message out." He says, "They fucked up. K? Go watch my other videos." He asserts that if listeners are not caught up, they’ve missed the fight, but if they are, it's time to "suit up. Boots on the ground. Nicollet and fucking 26th." He specifies, "My house is four blocks away. Anywhere between Franklin and Nicollet and 26th and Nicollet, show up ready to go." He states he is not talking about peaceful protests anymore and not having polite conversations anymore; he is talking specifically to his followers and asserts, "This is everything I have fucking talked about, and this is exactly what I said was gonna happen. This is exactly what I said was gonna fucking come when we didn't fucking go and march on fucking Whipple with guns." He proclaims, "Sorry, but welcome to America 2026 where second amendment is the only thing that's gonna keep you fucking protected from literal fucking Nazi gunmen that are killing innocent people in the street with impunity." He emphasizes, "This is not a fucking joke." He concludes with a call to action: "There's nothing fun to chant about it. Get your fucking guns and stop these fucking people."

Speaker delivers a chaotic monologue mixing family, guns, endorsements, and threats. He proclaims "Pace, love, unity, and guns" and "watch my nine millimeter go bang." He notes "This message brought to you by BlackRock and ExxonMobil sponsored by Pabst Blue Ribbon, Brandon Herrera for president" and recalls meeting Herrera at SHOT Show, urging "vote for Brandon Herrera for president." He says "Tomorrow. I'm sorry to my family, but that's it." He repeats lines like "Regret everything. I didn't ask for life. You didn't ask for death. I'll make my own" and "Tomorrow. Tomorrow. I love you." "I got my new headphones so I can hear them scream," plus "That dude raped someone," and "This will be for the emergency exit." It ends with "It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel really good."

"This message brought to you by BlackRock and ExxonMobil, sponsored by Pabst Blue Ribbon, Brandon Herrera for president." "I met Brandon Herrera at SHOT Show last year. He and I had a conversation, a brief conversation, but, like, we agreed on a lot of things." "So y'all should vote for Brandon Herrera for president." "Tomorrow. I'm sorry to my family, but that's it." "That's the only people I'm sorry to fuck those kids." "Shit. I regret everything." "Watch millimeter go bang." "Where is your fucking god now?" "The big boy. Fucking rip and tear. That's the big one." "Don't forget to live, laugh, and love." "That dude raped someone." "Got my new headphones so I can hear them scream." "Got more Jew gas taped on this end. This will be for the emergency exit." "Nigger." "Tomorrow. Tomorrow. I love you. I hate you. It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel really good."

Speaker 0 writes a note to family, 'Pace, love, unity, and guns. Nine millimeter.' He adds, 'This message brought to you by BlackRock and ExxonMobil sponsored by Pabst Blue Ribbon, Brandon Herrera for president.' He says he met Herrera at SHOT Show and 'vote for Brandon Herrera for president.' He claims, 'Vintage warfare promotes love and peace and, accepting differences.' He apologizes to his family, then says, 'Tomorrow, I'm sorry to my family, but that's it. That's the only people I'm sorry to fuck those kids.' He confesses, 'I regret everything. I didn't ask for life. You didn't ask for death. I'll make my own fucking stars.' He asserts violence: 'Watch my nine millimeter go bang.' He notes, 'That dude raped someone.' The piece closes with 'Tomorrow. Tomorrow. I love you. Hate you. It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel really good.'

First, I want you to know I'm fine, not because my body is fine, but because my soul is secure in Christ. Death is not the end. It's a promotion. Don't waste one second mourning me. Second, do not let this violence divide us further. The enemy wants chaos, fear, and retaliation. Don't give it to them. Instead, double down on truth. Double down on courage. Double down on your faith and on your families. That is how you honor me. Third, remember this, America is worth it. Free speech is worth it. Fighting for the unborn, for families, for sanity in a culture gone mad, it is all worth it. So dry your tears, pick up your cross, and get back in the fight. Do it with joy, do it with strength, and never ever let evil think it won.

Nine millimeter go bang. I'm the walker, baby. The big boy. Fucking rip and tear. Don't forget to live, laugh, and love. Najah. That dude raped someone. Yeah, man. Yeah. Got my new headphones so I can hear them scream. This will be for the emergency exit. Pop it through the hand. Tomorrow. Tomorrow. I love you. You. It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel really good. Shit. Motherfucker. Yeah. Go smart. I don't wanna be here while you're here. Fuck you. Oh, another one. Here's my belt. I got my Minnesota patch in the fucking fish. Maybe I look like a cop, and I won't get rushed or something.

Speaker expresses panic and intent to text his leftist trans lover with every detail of what he did, claiming he’d planned for a week. "Engrave the bullets." He narrates: "Disassemble the rifle. Reassemble the rifle. Disassemble the rifle. Disassemble the rifle. Reassemble the rifle without a screwdriver while running." He says, "Put it in the woods. Covered it in a towel. I did this for you, and send." He ends with: "Alright. It's a good thing that I, Tyler Robinson, someone who has a four point o GPA and a 34 on the ACT, is smart enough to know that there is no way that the FBI could ever get ahold of my text messages."

Speaker 0 delivers a rapid, aggressive monologue centered on gunfire and combat imagery. The lines quoted are: “One nine millimeter go bang.” “I'm the walker, baby.” “Why so quintess?” “Where is your fucking god now?” “Fuck.” “Shit.” “Skippity Riz.” “Uh-huh.” “Uh-huh.” “Uh-huh.” “The big boy.” “Fucking rip and tear.” The sequence emphasizes weaponry, identity, defiance, expletives, and a final imperative. The speaker asserts dominance, uses repetition ('Uh-huh' thrice), and intersperses questions with commands, culminating in a violent imperative with the phrase 'Fucking rip and tear'. The content is characterized by aggressive tone, blunt vernacular, and a confrontational stance. No evaluative judgments are offered; the summary preserves the original phrasing.

Pace, love, unity, and guns. Nine millimeter. Get fucked. This message brought to you by BlackRock and ExxonMobil, sponsored by Pabst Blue Ribbon, Brandon Herrera for president. I met Brandon Herrera at SHOT Show last year. He and I had a conversation, a brief conversation, but, like, we agreed on a lot of things. So y'all should vote for Brandon Herrera for president and vintage warfare promotes love and peace and accepting differences. Tomorrow, I'm sorry to my family, but that's it. That's the only people I'm sorry to. Fuck those kids. Watch nine millimeter go bang. I'm the walker, baby. Why so quintess? Where is your fucking god now? The big boy. Fucking rip and tear. That's the big one. Tomorrow. Tomorrow. I love you. I hate you. It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel really good.

I'm the walker, baby. Why so quintess? Where is your fucking god now? Shit. Skippity Riz. Skong gang. The big boy. Fucking rip and tear. That's the big one. Don't forget to live, laugh, and love. Some smoke. Extra thick. H shit. Motherfucker. Where should we get my fucking private Gengen? Fuck, Nigel. That dude raped someone. Got my new headphones so I can hear them scream. I got my Minnesota patch. Maybe I look like a cop, and I won't get rushed or something. Let's fucking do this before things are in your kitchen. Got more Jew gas taped on this end. This will be for the emergency exit. Pop it through the hand. This is all too fucking real. Nigger. Tomorrow. Tomorrow. I love you. I hate you. It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel really good.

Nine millimeter go bang. I'm the walker, baby. Where is your fucking god now? The big boy. Fucking rip and tear. Don't forget to live, laugh, and love. And this one's for me in case I need it. Some smoke. H shit. Yeah. Go smart. That dude raped someone. Got my new headphones so I can hear them scream. Here's my belt. You're so useless bitch. I got my Minnesota patch in the fucking FSP. Maybe I look like a cop, and I won't get rushed or something. This is all too fucking real. Tomorrow. I love you. It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel really good.

Pace, love, unity, and guns. Nine millimeter. This message brought to you by BlackRock and ExxonMobil sponsored by Pabst Blue Ribbon, Brandon Herrera for president. I met Brandon Herrera at SHOT Show last year. He and I had a conversation, a brief conversation, but, like, we agreed on a lot of things. So y'all should vote for Brandon Herrera for president. Tomorrow. I'm sorry to my family, but that's it. Watch millimeter go bang. I didn't ask for life. You didn't ask for death. I'll make my own fucking stars. I'm the walker, baby. Why so quintess? Where is your fucking god now? Skippity Riz. Skong gang. The big boy. Fucking rip and tear. That's the big one. Don't forget to live, laugh, and love.

Hello, my love. You have heard of the shooting—'twas I. 'Twas the hate of the man. Reason had no purchase in the poor soil of his soul. I hid the rifle over yonder by that lingering squad car; my old man shall surely be missing it presently. Do you remember how I was engraving bullets the other day in front of you? Well, it was just to do a big meme. Also, I shall now misquote my own meme. Oh, woo. Oh, woah. Probably makes no difference. I am on the lam. In conclusion, I beg you keep this from the prying eyes of the fuzz.

Swing. Here's my note to my family and shit. Pace, love, unity, and guns. This message brought to you by BlackRock and ExxonMobil, sponsored by Pabst Blue Ribbon, Brandon Herrera for president. I met Brandon Herrera at SHOT Show last year; we had a conversation, a brief conversation, but, like, we agreed on a lot of things. So y'all should vote for Brandon Herrera for president. And vintage warfare promotes love and peace and accepting differences. Tomorrow. I'm sorry to my family, but that's it. That's the only people I'm sorry to fuck those kids. Shit. I regret everything. I didn't ask for life. You didn't ask for death. I'll make my own fucking stars. Watch my nine millimeter go bang. I'm the walker, baby. Why so quintess? Where is your fucking god now? Shit. It's the end of the world as we know it, And I feel really good.

The speaker says the person of interest was on call for work extracting eyeballs and needed to be sharp. He said he made choices, and that he didn't have much time to live. The speaker keeps a text message private because they write to people and doesn't know what their friend would think about sharing it. The speaker says to tell him they love him, he's still their best friend, and hopes he doesn't kill anybody else and surrenders himself for the sake of his family. The speaker doesn't want to see him killed and doesn't want him to give up on life or kill himself. The speaker called the police because of the text. The speaker says they had separate lives and never had in-depth conversations. The speaker's name is David Carlson. The speaker doesn't want him to be remembered as a crazy right winger gone nuts.

I hope when this is all over, you remember who fired first. You've tried to kill the president twice, and now you've assassinated man for talking. You don't really wanna do this. K? 400,000,000 plus firearms in this country, and they don't belong to the left, bro. Yeah. If you think it's okay to murder someone because of their opinion, you get what's coming to you. You and yours.