Oscar, I’m not going to lie. The jokes me and mason started saying about wanting you dead started light hearted and just for fun, but then after saying them for so long some of the things we would say started to make sense. At this point, Oscar, I absolutely despise your presence and I want nothing less than for you to stop talking entirely. Or notjust talking, but breathing. Oscar, all I want in life is for yours to end and once that happens I will be happier than I have been my entire life. Please perish, do a favor for all of us.

(I am a small starving bitch, he’s correct)