You really aren't very good at this and you do not seem worthy of effort. This has become spiritually tantamount to poking a dead and bloated animal with a sharp stick. This conversation has been made tedious because you are stupid. To attempt a cordial farewell, please allow me to say that I am sorry you ended up with herpes and a bastard? I can almost understand your ugliness; it has got to get tiresome and invoke tremendous self-loathing to be confronted with the daily reminder of your failures and poor decisions. You have my permission to have the last words.