While browsing my kitchen, I come across a foul pie. This instantly brings you to my mind. The thought of how weak and disgusting you are makes me sick but the pie just keeps reminding me of you. I have to take care of this pesky thought and take the opportunity to explain how pathetic you really are. The moldy pie I have is the equivilent of your life. I then bust out another moldy confection. This time, I relate it to your fantasy life. Disgusting, rotten, useless. You're insane if you think you would ever be able to touch me. You're not worthy. I have a good mind to do to you, what I am ... Show more