You lost. Your "raid" is in shambles. The best of you acted with honor. The rest of you have no recourse but to stay and cry or retreat back to whence you came and wait for us to come for you. Thank you for the diversion, Halotard, but you're done now. So say iy with me:
"I WIN!"
"I WIN!!"
"I WIN!!!"
"I!!! WIN!!!"
Good boy. Go to your puppy cage and get some sleep.
Hi Sweetie,
Mommy's home, love.
And I'm sooo glad to see that you're still a big, big "winner".
And how is Mommy's special, funny little man today? Hmmmmmm? Did you make boom-boom in the potty like a good boy?
Mommy Loves You.
P.S. Seriously, dude, what is your obsession with winning? I can't even begin to imagine the horrors that happened to you in your past that would result in such a sould-deep, desperate, and longing need to be the winner. I only took a few Psych classes in college (that's where big boys go to get more learning), but you are just a textbook narcissist suffering from extremely low self-esteem. Tell Mommy, what does such a big boy do to earn money? How is it you have such seemingly unlimited time to spend here? Is it the Mom's basement scenario?
