You don't joke about murder.

Not the way you guys did.

Not as though you sound like you actually mean it.

Are you guys fucking proud of yourselves?

I mean, I won't deny it, I hate her too

But every single one of us, marching to her house...

...loaded with forks, matches, and gasoline...

You guys, I don't know what's gotten into you

And I am not proud to be called one of you right now.