I don't really know how to tell you this, but I'll join the monastery. I think I realized it that night at the mental hospital and i saw you castrate the crazy monk. I'm sure you're frostbitten enough to understand that Santa doesn't exist. I'm returning the cut toenails to you, but I'll keep the results of your blood sample as a memory. You should also know that I never openly mocked a new life as a clone. In pain,