Go ahead, start counting the white flags.

I hate losing! You know that, but you still do that to me. A gazillion times. You beat me every - single - time. You always win. Always. Even when I thought I had a control/chance for once, at the end of the day it was still me who didn't get the trophy.

I was looking for you.
I was waiting.
I was wondering.
Goddamit! You win. Again.
Start counting the white flags, then.
I have none.
Happy?


So show up and show me that idiotic and childish grin of yours now. ASAP.