Okay, one the pail was fucking funny but not my fault.

Two, you got trapped in my cape after chasing me down to discuss something I didn't want to talk about. To escape mutual embarassment here I'll just say you wanted to make a shitty grid about something and I got tired of it. So dicks it was.

Then you were like I don't feel the hate fires for you that way when I was just not tolerating your shit. You got trapped in that cape all on your own. The booyeah suplex however, that was all my fault.