I didn’t tell you I was a murderer, an alien, hetrosexual or Jesus Christ, I didn’t tell you I was telepath either. All the information I’ve collected about all of you from the beginning. I wouldn’t be sure you know anything about me if I kept all of these secrets for so long, it’s classified.
The women in my house can repeatedly attack me all they want. Something happened that doesn’t make sense the day I got shot, if you can’t help but try it, maybe that something happened to you. The funny thing is, none of you can feel the energy I give off, this is a deadly game.
You can’t expect to attack me and live after I got shot and broke my neck? Any route you take attacking me will result in death. The reason why you lot have scars and injuries before you come across me is because you’ve already been deleted. Think about the day I got shot, Aaron Carter died. Do you really think all these happenings are a coincidence and I can’t touch you?
If what these women are doing doesn’t work on the rest of you black men what makes you think it works on me?
Jesus Christ