I wish I could have thought of something to say. All I could hear was the pounding of my heart and feel the rush of my blood. I wish I knew what I did, or what it is you think I did. Timmy says that it's probably just cause you a puss and I should own it, but how can I own something so dumb? How you can deny my existence so easily, and why do I deserve it?

Timothy also says, in his typical manner, "Take it now or later, but if you can't handle it now, you won't be able to deal with it later."