Your kind is finished my dear boy. You go back to the closet. Close the door. Nobody wants your kind.

Frankly, all you have left is swear words.

And that's more than you deserve because Taffy does not even have that: His heart is croaking of rage at his incapacity to halt change. And of course at his incapacity to adapt: there is no where for him to go except Heaven. You, at least, have your closet where you can look at your watches. Enjoy!!!