So, instead of spending time with friends and family on Christmas Eve, he's sitting alone, sweaty and naked (having not showered in months) with only a bottle of the cheapest bottom shelf vodka as his friend. One of his bloodshot eyes twitches compulsively as he stares at the monitor, muttering "I'll show them... I'll show them..." over and over as he mashes at the keys with his stubby, sausage like fingers.
So, mojo is like the creepy uncle now. You know, the one who you only see on holidays, who's not quite all together?
It's actually kind of sad to see. He could have taken the high road. Instead, he's proven all the "haters" right. *Sighs*
At any rate, Merry Christmas everyone!