Look, I didn't want to do this, but you made me. I come in here day after day and you, my friend, ruin my experience. Each day I take some time to be alone, maybe take some light reading and go to the toilets. You work here, you know what it's like, I just want to relax. Every second there's someone asking questions and things to be done. So many things to be done... and the stress. Did you know it's actually killing me; my doctor, he's proscribed these pills. When I go in here they stop working though because someone, I'm going to presume it's you, has forgot to flush the toilet and left their snot all over the place. I can't deal with this any longer, it's getting to me, really it is. Now, I'm a sensible man, a nice sensible bloke that just wants to have a quiet poo, but you seem to have an issue with me. You do this every day, my friend, why is that? At first I thought it was an accident, an innocent mistake, but every day? Do you hate me? I ask because I'm beggining to hate you, my friend. Every day you ruin my day, and every day I go home and think about you - how you've raised my blood pressure, how I messed up a meeting because of you, how you need to learn some manners; how I'm going to teach them to you. Oh I think of you, your smirking face at the thought of the hell you put others through, the laugh you unleash as you realise how much worse you make my already crappy existence. It's all a joke to you isn't it? Well Mr I-don't-care-enough understand this - I have nothing left. I've given all the energy I can, I've used up all the patience I have and yesterday, yesterday I ran out of tablets. I can't get to the doctors because I have to work late, because I can't concentrate because someone, you, keep doing these things to enrage me. You don't want to enrage me, my friend, that's not something you want to do. I could make a powerful enemy. You don't know who I am, or maybe you do, but I know who you are. I've taken samples you see so I know more about you now than you do. I know your weakness, I know where you work and I know where you go to the bathroom. I'm giving you a warning, my friend, you do this again, you make it so that I have to tear my hair out and my scalp starts bleeding and I start shaking and crying and ... you make me do this again my friend and you wont like what happens. None of you will. I'm a dangerous man my friend, way over the edge, because of you. You just see what happens next.