Look, loser. There's something you need to understand. I don't give a fuck about you. It should be obvious, my interest in you isn't because I like you. I don't think you're hot, and I sure as hell don't wanna fuck you. There is one reason, and one reason only why I grace you with the privilege of speaking to me: I want your money! There will be no swaying me with your "great personality." I won't be taking it easy on you just because you think we're friends. Get it through your head, weirdo. I don't fucking care if I destroy you. I WILL ruin you. You aren't a man to me. You are a wallet. Your place in my world is to be my little piggy bank. Now get a clue, and send me a tribute for blessing you with the truth.