Friday night sucks, I can't fight away this terrible feeling. An impending inevitable tragedy, your death draws the breath right out of me. Your termination provokes an emotional reaction out of me and I lose myself over loving you. I can't believe your creator is going to kill you just at the same time I am starting to like you. He laughs at your demise, please don't listen to him for he has deceive us. I hate your competition because they have replaced you in my life. I know I will have to come to terms with your termination at some point. I have the need to start a strike, but I know your fate is out of my hands.