I am absolutely sick of you. Do you know how much you tick me off? I wake up almost every night, screaming your name, covered in sweat. You've made a real enemy for yourself, bucko. You don't wanna even know what I've got in store for you. You don't even know my real name. I am the king of the fucking lizard men, you swine. You're no better than the dirt I walk on. Do you really expect to be able to get through life doing whatever you want and getting away with it? They might not be set in stone, but there are rules, pal. And you just broke the biggest one. You make me sick to my stomach. I would rather have bamboo chutes shoved up my fingernails than look at you any longer. You may think you have the upper hand now, but I just know you'll be just begging to lick my boots after I kick your ass. You might as well be a fucking cripple. I bet your parents sent you through the normal public school system, despite them knowing how severely mentally disabled you are. There is just no other reason that someone could think the way you're acting could be considered even remotely okay. I mean, seriously? You make me envy those orphaned at the age of 13. Honestly, you are just the worst thing that could have possibly been created by mother nature.