I'll be sitting in a seat at Penn Station should anyone wish to find me. (Which no one will.)
I am not even going to waste the money on a hotel room.
This show is over. This non-career is over. You are all instructed to leave.
I can't stand a single one of you.
You make me sick. Your nation is dead, your city is dead, and your society is dead.
Good riddance to each and every last one of you.
I can't believe that I invested so much in this waste.
Chris out.
