2007, I'm watching you.
Curled up in the corner, weeping, now that I've caught you. Playing the victim. Trying to evoke some sympathy.
It won't work.
I know what you are, 2007. You're evil. Pure fucking evil, and I know your game-- you're plotting. Planning. Waiting for your chance to escape. Well I hate you break it to you, 2007, but it's not going to happen.
Because I'm watching you.
You die tonight.