Whoa... what’s up with the last page or so? 😳
Apparently, someone thought it was a good idea to play the father-figure to a bunch of people who, rightfully so, could give two shits about what they have to say.
Why someone feels the need to act like a grumpy old cuss that wants to talk about how they walked up a hill with no shoes, in 84 inches of snow everyday to school, or how much worse they had it back in the day because someone voiced a hope that their game wasn't stolen in the mail is beyond me. If this is the worst thing they need to worry about, then good that just means they live a pretty solid life; why would you wish anything worse on them?
Grow up, get a life, and move on.