alma: *buries her neighbour in her backyard*
me: *shrugging* oh well
alma: *arranges mrs yost's trip and runs her car into a lake*
me: that's clever. hopefully the police will buy it
alma: *steals her dead neighbour's clothes and possessions to impress people to get into a garden club*
me: *eating popcorn* lol
alma: *lies to the police*
me: atta girl
alma: *tries to blackmail rita*
me: (after my hormones calmed down after simping over mrs castillo) damn i was routing for you :(
alma: *remembers she's married to a serial killer*
me: i love you. i support you. let's kill this bitch.
alma: *proceeds to kill carlo and frame rita while lying to her husband*
me: *shrugging* a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do
me:
me:
me: ...
me: hang on did you just... kill someone? like on purpose? errrrrrrrrrr okay. carlo wasnt that good a person anyway. still kinda fucked up you killed him though but okay. i mean i'd be less mad if you just killed rita but i get it you want her to suffer because she was horrible to you and your daughter. cool. coolio. so what now?
alma: *kills isabel*
me: *gasp* bitch WHAT? that's three now. three dead! how tf are you gonna hide this body? huh? did you even think of- oh wait bertie you got this? nevermind alma we good. bertie got this.
alma: *doesnt bat an eye at her daughter getting married
*doesnt care her husband is drinking himself half dead
*lies to her daughter about mrs yost*
me:
alma: *betrays grace*
me: YOU MONSTER! You absolute fucking monster.