Ah huh. Not citing. You know why? My Dad has the right to determine the end of the story. I do too, to a little degree. I'm allowed to help him and I'm quite happy to.

I can't handle people like you anymore. You make me sad. You make me realize not all of humanity is going to make it especially when demonic language. That I've failed a little in my mission here on Earth. Otherwise, what's changed has become wonderful and I look forward to a future where people like you … no longer have the power to make it look like I'm crazy. *sighs, waves.* Goodbye.