Sure, fucktard, run away (again), spouting more lies like the pile of crap you are. You said you were done before but that was a lie too. I pulled your strings for more than 1/2 a dozen pages, bitchslapping you like an inbred redheaded stepchild, I can pull them again. You're not strong enough, you never were and you never will be, fucktard.

You lied about being done, you lied about me not answering your retarded questions, you lied about me not being a grandfather and you lied about winning. You're not only bad at this, you suck.

I win, fucktard, we both knew it was inevitable.