It's my own personal Hell. The more days that pass, the more I'm sure about it. You're mouthing off about confirmations, but I'm pretty damn certain you're the ultimate -- Ugh, never mind.
Anyway, dipshit, and I have no idea why I'm helping you... You're speaking into some sort of communicator thing. Isn't that apparent by now? Fuck, I knew what it was within a few minutes. You're just using the audio function right now. Use it to record a video of yourself, and we can all laugh over your lack of sight.
And don't even delve into treachery. I'm surprised you can even smell me over your own.