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Between the blackouts and memory lapses and waking up in strange ditches,
I have a lot of time to think.
And lately I've been thinking, Trojy, you were thwarted!
Big deal!
Get over it!
Everyone gets thwarted at one point or another!
I mean, look at history!
Richard Nixon. Thwarted.
It's true! Mmm hmm!
Julius Caesar! Very thwarted!
Elmer Fudd. Co-o-onstantly thwarted.
Until one day, poor soul, that rabbit pushed him too far.
And he went home and he put that shotgun in his own mouth,
and he said:
[low voice] It's Elmer Fudd Season.
And pulled the trigger.
So sad.
He had so much to give.
But, if you're a thinking evil criminal genius, such as myself, there's a lot to be
learned here.
Number one.
Dude, there's plenty of other rabbits out there!
And two?
We have to put our disappointments behind us.
And so that is what I have done.
For the first time since Barry, my nuclear missile and ex-best friend, was fired into
the heart of Toronto with the intention of incinerating all its surroundings,
for the first time since Barry left,
I don't feel quite so lonely.
Inside this shell that I present to the world,
I have found someone to fill that void.
And I know what you're thinking.
But no, this time, it's the real deal.
Fantabulous Gal, you thwarted my evil plans!
And won my heart.