and merry chrismas to you too!
Last Gasp: "I want you to know, for the record, that all of this is your fault. Take a breath, look around, see the endless expanse of nothing all around you. How can they call you a nihilist when it's plain as day that there is nothing here? As plain as the day is long. Empty. Make sure you take note of the abysmal emptiness of a one family house with a two car garage, a perfectly cut green lawn, and a white picket fence. A wife screaming at you, two kids crying at you, two cats hiding from you, and a goldfish that lives in abject terror. I want you to know, for the record, that I don't feel sorry for you."