Now, you've croSSed the line, ChriSS. You can use that lame riff on my screen name. You can voice your desire for my death. You can deny any hope of forgiveness. You can even request that I burn in hell. But don't you DARE give Nowhereman credit for the assist! He's done nothing to "assist" me. He's barely been around. No words of encouragement. No kudos. Nothing. He's an absentee fucking landlord, ChriSS!
It's sad, really.

There, you've made me sad, ChriSS. I hope you're happy. Go celebrate by having NuriEVAko drop a deuce on your chest.