Jacob, I was hoping I could make you go away if I ignored you. But apparently I was wrong. So I'm going to be blunt: I don't love you. I don't even like you. I've never made a secret of that. You're a deluded loser who's ugly both inside and out. I'd call you a turkey, but that would be an insult to my Thanksgiving dinner. And your attentions are downright creepy. They make me feel unclean. Now stop trying to make me love you.
Want my advice? Find someone into scat. They're the only ones who might be interested in a piece of shit like you.
