He just can't fucking leave me alone, can he? He needs to come back, and take even more from me. Everybody already loves him. He's already proven himself. He's already had his years of fame and glory all to himself. And when I have one opportunity to prove myself, he descends from the fucking heavens to steal it from me. I'm tired of it. Everybody fucking loves him already. He never had to deal with more than a day of loneliness. The second I had it, more people talked to me than they had in my entire life. Because they thought I had something. But here he comes along, and spews off some unimaginative bullshit, and all at once my effort is void. And now it's back to nothing. I'm sick of this. I love my creations. I love them all. But I'm not fucking allowed to whenever he's around. The best part? He understands nothing. He knows nothing. He does nothing. He takes what is already there, and does nothing but dull it. Rich piece of shit.