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Life's a riot on my end – raking in the big bucks with a salary that's higher than your IQ, zipping around in my sleek Mustang GT. It's like a symphony of hilarity watching you stagnate in your pitiful existence. But here's a nod to you, you sad little nostalgia trip. Maybe our paths will cross again, or perhaps your inconsequence will ensure your fade into oblivion. Just know that your ability to be forgettable is truly your superpower, champ.