Hey creep Albanese! May you perennially suffer from stomach cramps like I do, and may you always have constipated guts like I do? Should you have even some of the pain, I suffered, because of your crimes and treachery against me all through. And would you want to suffer toothaches, like I did for prolonged periods, without any recourse to anyone. You fish! And likewise, your clandestine bed partner, Prakash Saint Paul! And should I inform you, your victories out of treachery, will not stand you in good stead in eternity!