Don't bother, Knut. He's beaten and backed into a corner. I can go into his secret little hidey club and suss out all the truths they're scared to admit in public here. I can lay out a post-by-post fact-check. I can even reach out to him on countless occasions, for a call of fun. But, in the end, Halo is irredeemable. He's a lost little animal, shivering in a corner, snarling at anything that approaches it. I figure the best way to deal with it is just starve it to death...
Go on and tell yourself that, Blow.
You're nothing more than a pathetic little shit heel throwing out everything you can to ignore what I've said. You couldn't even post the "facts" you claim your master have stated.
