To The Syphilitic Spermbag Who Poached My Star Recruit:
Enjoy your 4 walkons, your terrible season in your ghost town conference, and pretty much every wasted breath you take on this planet. I hope you get hit by a bus, but instead of killing you, the accident leaves you in a vegetative state where you are unable to communicate, but are still able to witness your loved ones' pain in seeing you reduced to being essentially a non-human.