When you laugh,
you laugh at
me.
I can see
that.
Yes, I can see.
And when you mock someone,
it's usually me.
And I can feel
that,
and it gets to me.
Still,
I bear all
this
patiently.
Patiently.
For
eventually,
I plan to
get you all,
for all that you are doing
to me.
And I will establish
my
greatness
upon your glorious misery.
And then...
And then,
it
would not matter to me.
No.
It would not matter to me,
at whom you
are laughing,
or
whether you should be laughing
at all.
So long as I
have the power,
the
authority,
to do what I will.