And then there's you, always looking to hog up all of my attention. You made it plainly clear all afternoon as you were soo desperately looking for me to acknowledge you.
See, Lily, I don't need you. You need me. Without me making you relevant, you're just another Fred. Poor Fred thinks because I spent a week using her as cover until I could get jack in my cross-hairs, that she's now something special.
You people are the biggest fools out here. How you imbeciles haven't accidentally killed yourselves yet in a really retarded way is beyond me.
Your little clown alliance isn't even strong enough to put a dent in Martini's armor aka 14 chins. You're a bunch of whiny twats, that have no lives.