Happilap Pistif
A piece of scum.
Look at this little lad. What scum! What a piece of scum! Don't you hate him? Don't you hate his scummy guts? I despise him. I despise his hated scummy face.
So I tell him:
- He was born on Xmas day, so he only gets one present - and it's coal if he's bad. Them's the rules.
- When the ice cream van plays music, it has run out of ice cream.
- Most murders happen in theme parks.
I ask you: what kind of a son is this? No kind of son - a scum shaped like son, that's what.
I took his journal from him (where'd he get it from?!) and this is what's inside.