I ain't mistakin' you for Bulba, believe me. This brand of condescendin' bullshit's a Red team signature. Poor, tragic, misunderstood soul went and got his ass rescued by his special-snowflake friendship squad, and now he gets to have his warm fuzzies playin' the life coach for the pitiful masses. I've heard this kind of shit from your lot more than enough times.

I gotta say, blamin' me for Bulba's problems is one I've only seen outta you, though. Charitard prefers the "you don't know what it's like to have it rough" approach. You should try that one out next time.