I asked some black bitch for water. She was sleeping on her job. She rudely pointed to the sink tap. In this place, you have to even beg for drinking water. The kitchen is locked. And you can’t get any water or tea when you want it. The meals are atrocious, I haven’t eaten anything since I came here. Just two very cold sandwiches from the freezer. And I am constipated.

The evil Labor Party got the nurses in the emergency ward to forcefully inject some circumspect fluid into my thigh and they kept insisting that I should take some drug or the other. Meena, thank you for subjecting me to treacherous Albanese and Labor Party’s vile treatment of me and making me victim to them for life. Meena now, you are able to use this card against me all my life. I just don’t think I will ever forgive you!

I don’t want the Labor Party. I just don’t want it! Damn the Labor Party. It has always been extremely treacherous with me. I have broken off all ties with Meena and evil Prakash Saint Paul, so I don’t give a damn who he eats or hijacks, or what treachery he commits against me.

Everybody knows that I have been very selfless all my life; asking nothing in return for what I’ve done. But now I will cause the utmost pain to anyone who inflicts any treachery on me! Don’t ever think you all can take me for granted!