Well, what is there to talk about? I did it and a teen girl probably rightfully hates me, but that’s like, cool and stuff. I get it. We all get to go home—

Speaking of, I remembered that I actually goodended? Like, I’m beyond insanely powerful and wealthy. I don’t know what craphole you come from, but you could just come hang out with the gang. I know you got friends and stuff that probably don’t murder on football fields normally, but. You know. Just to hang.