Operation Endgame Page #7

on personal relationships,

but I do have some business

to attend to.

So just a...

just a quick note.

I'm gonna come back

from the dead.

I'm gonna eat

your f***ing hearts.

To the widows of the many men

who I murdered,

I leave my entire wine collection,

one bottle of Lafitte, 1802.

Ladies, you'll just

have to split that.

I'm gonna find you,

and I'm gonna

corral you together

and one-by-one,

I'm going to slowly

eat your hearts

throughout eternity.

To my dog in Belgium,

I leave my chalet in Gdansk.

And then I'm gonna haunt

your families.

I'm gonna haunt your families.

I'm not talking about

just like a "boo!"

I'm gonna be

a really f***ing creepy ghost.

I'm gonna be a real

evil bastard.

And I can't wait actually.

I wish there was less time

for the bomb to go off.

I can't wait.

Oh, someone please return

all the books I checked out

of the public library in Iran.

I don't want them

coming after me.

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