Look in the mirror. See that cunt? Yeah. That’s you. Aren’t you disappointed of how much of a bollock you’ve become? Does your incompetence make you disappointed? I bet it makes you feel like cunt, but your sadness brings me excitement. I feed off of your sad state. You think I’m a fricking 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 excited just thinking about how sorrowful you’ve become. One day, you’ll fucking get cancer. And that’ll be my climax.