I have had enough of your pillow talk.
Maybe you should quit listening in, then. I know you have my house bugged, and I'm very well aware of the stunt you tried to pull with money that doesn't belong to you. Concert tickets and Lyft rides, seriously? You're too easy. Dari doesn't care that you're listening to us, but I do. You have no right to violate my privacy like you have. What gives you the right? You have to have a right. Sure, it's easy to blame the schizophrenic, gaslight him and play down how involved you are in surveilling my every move. Quite convenient that you can blame a psychiatric condition for things that are "going on in my head". When yourself and Rubini get together next and exchange all manner of personal details about my life remember one thing, I cottoned on to the decoy, you weren't very good at executing the task at hand, and your wild accusations were always designed to shift the focus off of you. You scream all day from the rooftops how your rights are being violated, and that I'm to blame for it, and either you're confused, or you just think I'm that stupid to fall for your bullshit; hook, line and sinker. Do you worst, faggot. I'm sure you'll enjoy prison once you get comfortable and settle in. Enough with the fairy tales. Enough with the lies. Call it what you will, you're a meddling, meglomaniacal prig. Go fuck yourself and find someone else's cage to rattle, coz you're barking up the wrong tree. Have you heard of the necklacings in the street? Of course you haven't. Try keep up. You've got nothing on me.
