Okay. It's come to drunken admission time. I fucked your girlfriend like you always suspected. I ate that food that went missing. I drank that booze you wanted. I stole the christmas presents you were supposed to get. I took your place in line. I ate your chocolates. I left the seat up. I was the fucker that vandalised that phone booth. And when you get to heaven and Saint Peter asks your name, I'll already have taken your fucking place. One step ahead. Smarter. Better. You don't have a fucking chance. Fuck, motherfuck.