Awww, whatsamatta, nancyboy, you gonna cry? You're a human maxipad, you know that? You could, quite literally, vanish tomorrow, fertilizing seventy two potted plants in my backyard, and it wouldn't make any difference. Nobody can understand a fucking word you say except your other honkey coon friends, and they're nothing but a breeding herd for the sadistic taunts of wealthy homosexuals anyway.

If I could have one wish right now, I'd impale you on a satellite dish and wait for lightning to strike. You fucking human tampon.