By the time you read this, I'll be doing my "happy dance" naked, on the side of the M25 motorway.I'm sorry for leaving you this way, but it's not like I'm not going to kill you on Saturday anyway.
I know this might seem like a slap in the faceto you, seeing as we made all those plans to terrorize the elderly couple that lives down the road, but I just don't see things working out that way.
I'm sorry about this — but I've been stuck in this nightmare world for months now, and writing this letter is my last chance of a wake up call.I just need need need needneed... well; I can't quite remember.
I want to tell you that I think you are not as strong in the Force as the Emperor thought, but I don't think we're right for each other.First of all, we're not really compatible. You are a pedophile,and I am on drugs.You like urine sample collecting,harassing sheep until they explode, andgenitally piercing unsuspecting strangers in unemploymentline queues,and I'm just not sure I can ever share your joy in those things.How can two people so different ever make it for the long haul? I think we should date our own mirror images.But I want you to know that I'll think of you whenever my girlfriends and I are trading stories on our worst sexual experiences.
I'd really like us to become theatrical actors in a Romeo & Juliet play, except we'll kill ourselves for real in the end just for the sake of realism,if that's okay with you. I think we can do it. We had some good times, at least before we met.
Take care of yourself and never forget that I have the Infinity Gauntlet and is thus the supreme being of this universe.