WHAT THE FUCKING SHIT?! THIS IS FUCKING HORSESHIT. YOU PULL AND FUCKING PUSH ME, COME INTO MY LIFE AND CONFUSE THE HELL OUT OF ME, WON'T LET ME FIX YOUR NOSE, ENDEAR MY DAUGHTER TO YOU AND RUIN MY FUCKING STATUS AS A NEVER SETTLING DOWN FUCKING BACHELOR AND THEN YOU JUST FUCKING BREAK IT OFF WITH ME AND LEAVE FOR FRANCE? WHAT DID YOU GO FOR? ETIENNE?? DID YOU GO TO FUCK HIM? TO RUB SOMETHING I DID WRONG IN MY FACE? WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS FUCKING MAD AT ME? WHAT DID I FUCKING DO? AFTER THE CAKES THE FUCKING SNOGGING AND CRYING AND FUCKING MERLIN'S GREAT HAIRY SAC I LET YOU SEE ME CRY YOU FUCKING BINT. GO FUCK SLYTHERIN'S DEAD COCK FOR ALL I CARE I SHOULD HAVE NEVER HELPED YOU THAT DAY YOU FUCKING SOW. THAT'S RIGHT I SAID IT - YOUR NOSE NEVER BOTHERED ME BECAUSE YOU WERE KIND AND FUNNY AND NICE BUT YOU ARE ACTING LIKE YOUR FACE LOOKS, YOU SOW FACED CUNT.
i can't even confront you about it, fucking fuck shit fuck. damnit.
[there is at first a small, then ever growing ink splat as George has adhered his journal to the wall and begun using it as a dart board.]