I never knew Pokerface is such a poetic piece of literature.

Oh, so I'm that person now, am I? I can't believe you. I go out of my way, breaking my fingers for your benefit, and you brush me off as if I were some random nobody? What the hell's the matter with you?! I thought we were past this. I thought we meant something to each other.

I guess I was wrong.

[ . . . ]

You know what? Maybe this is for the best. Maybe I'll move on to some other user; someone with a little bit more class. Yeah, that's what I'll do.

I'll pick up my things tomorrow. Consider this the end.

I'd like to see Morgan Fremen do what he just did (not an insult... I'd really like to see that)