This is episode seven talking. I’ve got something to say to you, and that something is this: Neener, neener neener.
No. I am not going to make this easy on you. Why should I? I’m not the one who brought me to this point. Of course, I’ve got loose ends, but I’m not the one who wrote them in. This is your fault. You get out of it on your own, m-kay?
Until then, I’ll be sulking here on your hard drive, niggling at you all day and basically making a nuisance of myself.
P.S. By the way, anytime you want to give me a right proper title, that would be just great. Do you know what it feels like to be just a number?