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Police interviewed Robinson’s roommate, a biological male who was in a romantic relationship with Robinson. The roommate told police he had received messages from Robinson about the shooting and provided those messages to investigators. On September 10, 2025, the roommate received a text message from Robinson saying: “Drop what you are doing, look under my keyboard.” The roommate looked under the keyboard and found a note that read: “I had the opportunity to take out Charlie Kirk and I’m going to take it.” Police later recovered a photograph of this note. The following text exchange then took place: Roommate: “What?????????????? You’re joking, right????” Robinson: “I am still ok my love, but am stuck in Orem for a little while longer yet. Shouldn’t be long until I can come home, but I gotta grab my rifle still. To be honest I had hoped to keep this secret till I died of old age. I am sorry to involve you.” Roommate: “You weren’t the one who did it right????” Robinson: “I am, I’m sorry.” Roommate: “I thought they caught the person?” Robinson: “No, they grabbed some crazy old dude, then interrogated someone in similar clothing. I had planned to grab my rifle from my drop point shortly after, but most of that side of town got locked down. It’s quiet, almost enough to get out, but there’s one vehicle lingering.” Roommate: “Why?” Robinson: “Why did I do it?” Roommate: “Yeah.” Robinson: “I had enough of his hatred. Some hate can’t be negotiated out. If I am able to grab my rifle unseen, I will have left no evidence. Going to attempt to retrieve it again, hopefully they have moved on. I haven’t seen anything about them finding it.” Roommate: “How long have you been planning this?” Robinson: “A bit over a week I believe. I can get close to it but there is a squad car parked right by it. I think they already swept that spot, but I don’t wanna chance it.” Robinson: “I’m wishing I had circled back and grabbed it as soon as I got to my vehicle… I’m worried what my old man would do if I didn’t bring back grandpa’s rifle… idek if it had a serial number, but it wouldn’t trace to me.” Robinson: “I worry about prints. I had to leave it in a bush where I changed outfits. Didn’t have the ability or time to bring it with. … I might have to abandon it and hope they don’t find prints. How the fuck will I explain losing it to my old man…” Robinson: “Only thing I left was the rifle wrapped in a towel… remember how I was engraving bullets? The fuckin messages are mostly a big meme, if I see ‘notices bulge uwu’ on Fox News I might have a stroke. Alright, I’m gonna have to leave it, that really fucking sucks.”