Yeah? Well you're a big fat jerk. And you know what big fat jerks do? They fall of bridges. Like the one you're gonna fall off of. Cause you're a big fat jerk. Jerk.

Fine, then I will. But if I do, it will be on a tuesday afternoon yesterday. Yesterday, of course, is the day you don't want me to do it on, but technically is, since I really don't know what's going on anymore.

I hope you fall off a bridge and die tomorrow, which is not today, nor is it any other day by which your face has fallen off.