Yet another year I shouldn't be here to see. As if that were something worth celebrating.
I suppose the fact that those idiots' musical rehearsals are finally over is something, at least.
[He sighs, then, noticing something, lets out a small sound of disgust and frustration; there's a snapping and crunching sound as he rips out what he can from
his plant.]
How the hell is this hideous thing still growing out of the floorboards?