Look in the mirror. See that bitch? Yeah. That’s you. Aren’t you sad about how much of a shithead you’ve become? Does your stupidity make you disappointed? I bet it makes you feel like bitch, but your sadness brings me satiety. I feed off of your disappointed state. You think I’m a motherfucking shithead, don’t you? But guess what. You can’t do anything about it. You’re stuck in this hole forever. You’ll never stop being sad. And that’s what makes me happy. I’m getting happy just thinking about how sad you’ve become. One day, you’ll fricking get cancer. And that’ll be my climax.