Why don't you come get me? You know you want to..you want to feel my blood slipping through your thin, delicate fingers. You want to see my dead eyes boring holes through your insides. I know you do. What am I gonna do?

I'm going to laugh.

I'm going to laugh, and laugh, because you don't know what you're dealing with. Kill me, if you want. What good will that do you? Haven't I already damaged you? I've ripped you life to shreads. All because of what? Because you slapped me a little too hard for no reason. That's why you don't mess with the underdogs. They do more damage than any big brute you beat up on can.

Those images I gave you won't get out of your head, will they? I thought so..yeah, I knew. I knew you'd wanna kill me. Everyone who angers me wants to kill me, because I laugh at them. I laugh at their stupidity. I could blackmail them all, you included. And I know you better than you know yourself. Scary, isn't it? I bet..I bet...

I think I'll just laugh.