FUCK IT, WE BALL.
YOU FOOLS. IT WAS ME, I WAS THE REAL VICTOR ALL ALONG.
NOT ONLY YOU LET YOUR GUARD DOWN, BUT YOU ALLOWED MY UNHINGED DETERMINATION TO SWEEP IN, GIVING ME THE SWEET TASTE OF VICTORY. JUST LIKE A FLY ON PINEAPPLE PIZZA.
MUHAHAHA.
BUT AT LAST, THIS SHALL BE OUR ONE AND ONLY FATEFUL ENCOUNTER.
MAY YOU ALL RETURN TO YOUR MISERABLE LIVES MORTALS.
MAYBE ONE DAY YOUR DREAMS SHALL COME TRUE.
ADIOS NERDS.
IN THE END, THIS ISN'T ABOUT WHO CAN REACH THE FINISH LINE, BUT IT WAS ALWAYS ABOUT THE LITTLE VICTORIES... IN OUR OWN HEARTS.
PSYKE, LOSERS. NYA NYA NAH.