I don't have enough time in my schedule for you anymore. Does this thought sound familiar? Like the time I reached out my hand and uttered a word of respect. That was my problem. Respect. It was too much to ask of you. If you can find time in your busy schedule of clothing your mindless victims in your absolute nothingness that you have to offer, you may have noticed me cheering on your feeble battle. Good luck! Maybe one day you'll rise to the top of our great scene. And maybe, just maybe, you'll glance back to laugh at those you crushed to get there. You coward. You are such a coward. Never again will I reach out my hand in respect of you. Never. You coward. You are such a coward.