Hello Sir, I need some good reasons. I need yours, in fact. It is probably that I need someone to blame, maybe you again. I need something that make me realize I have not been wasting my precios time being a pillock. Why do I have to be that way. It was supposed to be so easy, I was not prepared to be damaged or kicked. My arse didn't expect that. How rude you've been, Sir. Now I'm ready to think I'm kind of a terrible person. It must be my fault. I COULD'T FIX IT IF I WOULDN'T THINK SO, SIR. So, stop that pigeon, stop that pigeon, stop that pigeon, stop that pigeon, stop that pigeon, stop that pigeon, stop that pigeon, stop that pigeon, stop that pigeon, stop that pigeon, stop that pigeon.