I am not interested in anybody’s bushels of wealth, nor in any matador-loads of money! I am nauseous that all your propositions come through the insistence of the Wishmaster, who is only interested in his own selfish lease of life. I did not sacrifice so much for any procurement, but for the welfare of justice and for redemption of those that deserve it. I am filled with despicability at all your connivance to appease the rapiner of what was mine throughout the ages! I know everything is mine, I don’t need its substantiation or the evidence of getting it manifestly. You all slipshod vagrants are compromising yourself to the thuggery; and the ultimate bludgeony of my soul. GET LOST! I never even asked for my loves, which are being dichotomised and hijacked to beguile and checkmate me. I am nonchalant in your treachery, as I am unenthused by all your promises! I am God! The one who steals my identities and then cons me with his offers is a lecherous pervert! I am confident of the idea of love in my eternal soul, even if I cannot have the corporeality of it! GET LOST, before I curse you all for constantly appeasing the evil, treacherous, Wishmaster!