Hand Me My Gun

POP

"You don't love me."

POP

"You never loved me."

POP

"I hate you."

POP

"I hate what you did to me."

POP

"Did you even think of me?"

POP

"What's that? You're choking?"

POP

"Bet you didn't know I loved him."

POP

"Couldn't handle the idea of someone actually loving me, huh?"

POP

"Now we can both be dead."