They’ve actually gone too far this time. Yes I’m an autist. But their dishonestly, their blatant lying, it’s made my blood boil. I genuinely hate them after this. How dare you stare at me and lie. I know where their studio is. It would be like a 5 hour drive but it would be worth it just to see Mikes lying little face crumpled and ruined after I fucking beat it to a pulp with a baseball bat, fucking begging on his knees pissing himself and admitting that the sequels were a fucking disaster, JJ sucks, that he was fucking wrong and the whole endeavor has been a soulless hollow piece of shit worse than the prequels. That’s what I want. The little “I’m an apathetic alcoholic!” act to just fade away under threat of death, under my wrath, and for him to finally be fucking honest for once in his tiny pathetic life. Tears in his eyes as he realizes this is what it came to to admit his pathetic online legacy was a farce. I’d fucking beat the fuck out of him for everything he did. I'm literally in tears writing this the thought is so cathartic. I'd just pummel and pummel screaming at him for what he did, for keeping up the fucking lie. Bloodied and broken he’d admit it, he’d admit the prequels were good, he fucking would. I’d lay down in the exhaustion, emotionally drained, we would cry and embrace. The wound would be healed. But he would have to be harmed to the point of destruction first. And I'd fuck up Jay merely for his smug pseudo intellectual manner, his boring insistence on obscure horror shit nobody cares about. I’d wail about how he isn’t interesting, insightful or clever as I smashed his fucking ribs with a hammer, how wrong he had got life, how desperately wrong he has perceived it all in his nihilistic little box. Rich would get possibly the most honest beating, the beating of a man who simply needs to be beaten.